Just Breathe

It started snowing around 2:30 yesterday afternoon.  The snowflakes were fat and wet.  It couldn't be described as a whiteout by any stretch; it was beautiful and I didn't want it to stop. 

I thought it would be interesting to take a picture of the same sky ( same general direction) as is posted in my last post, twenty four hours later.

 

Through the years I have been fortunate to live in and visit many regions of the United States where snow is the norm, not the exception.  The winter we lived in Marblehead, Mass. it snowed 15 inches every Friday in January.  I was always amazed that everyone just carried on with their lives.  I would watch, out a back window, as neighbors cross country skied down the streets and  school children headed to school pulling their sleds.  It all seemed so routine.  It didn't take long before Heather and I didn't let "a little snow" keep us inside.

I actually learned to drive (somewhat) in snow while living in Nashville.   We found Bear Valley,  where we all learned to ski, when living in Northern California.    Visiting Santa Fe is always a treat, and to have it snow -- magical.  And today, I am here with my 5 1/2 inches. 

Watching a small fragile snowflake drift from the clouds, through the trees and land perfectly intact will always amaze me and take my breath away.