The Sunday Snow falls and covers the earth, casting a white glow that breaks through the early morning darkness.
Beauty. Calm. Quiet.
Everything slows as the fine, cold powder captures all attention with powerful ease.
Beauty. Calm. Quiet.
As the depths of the magical, miraculous substance increase, the fears and problems of today and tomorrow are buried and temporarily, mercifully forgotten.
Beauty. Calm. Quiet.
Sunday Snow
