Change of Attitude

Dusk at 4:11 pm, and the snow is falling hard, but strangely slow. The mix of evergreen and leafless trees outside my window give varying surfaces on which the snow accumulates: harsh branches with long, thin lines of white tracing the outline of each dark finger, and feathery green coated with a thick layer of powdered sugar. It's warm inside, I have nowhere to go, and suddenly the snow becomes...a thing of beauty.