The Last of the Winter’s Snow

It began as dusk descended, as fine as the sand on a crescent beach

The light from passing cars reflected their crystalline structure

These wind-blown diamonds struck my cheeks It felt as though a thousand pins had assaulted me

Soon the wind died and the snow crystals  were attracted to one another as the north and south poles of a magnet

They cascaded  bumping into one another combining to create snowflakes 

The night was no longer dark – White enveloped the landscape

I awoke to a quiet stillness

snow February 18, 2018

Snow 2 February 18, 2018

Snow 3 February 18, 2018 wind sculpture

Snow 5 February 18, 2018

Snow 4 February 18, 2018

Snow 6 February 18, 2018

 

sunrise snow February 18, 2018

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