November 16, 2018.

 Untitled, 2018.

Untitled, 2018.

The warning came two mornings ago: a dusting of snow in the overnight. Then yesterday, with the evening's disappearing light, snow started to come down, a true first snowfall, the kind that creates havoc on the roads and with people's plans. As I waited for the school bus to arrive, snow accumulated and a softness took hold: the sky became a giant soft box, street lights powered up a glow. Slush muffled out unhappy traffic. And as the blanket grew thicker, the noise turned white enough to hear the flakes touch down.