Snow Blanket

Woke up to a light dusting of snow blanketing the city. There's some magic even in the smallest dusting. The normal humming of the city ceases to exist. The only sounds I detect come from the birds surveying the calm and the trees buckling under the pressure of the powder. Growing up in Florida, this site is a foreign land, but I’ve lived enough places now where snow is the normal occurrence. I enjoy the pause it creates. It seems to bring a sense of community with it. Neighbors you normally just wave to, become your small tribe for the day. We’re so disconnected from being so connected, but we’re all in this snow day together. The horizon of white is a refreshing sight even if for one day. We start all over again when it melts, but for this one day of snow blanket, it’s nice to stand still and feel some magic.