Today was the first snowfall.
I know some women who cry at the sight of the year's first snow.
I guess they are overwhelmed with the beginning of such an incredible season.
If I did cry, it would be for the end of the growing season. I don't consider the snow to be a blanket of white, although without it, a lot of plants would surely die from the brutal cold.
If I did cry, it would be in response to the silence that this white death brings.
The driving becomes difficult, the sun sets too early.
Worse than the snow is the cold.
Really, I am not a good spokesperson for this season and I don't pretend to be.