Old Man Winter

Since moving to the Mid-Atlantic region eight years ago, I have realized that I do miss Wisconsin winters. Not the bitter cold, but the snow.

I miss the muffled silence of of the world in a snow storm; the way the moon and stars reflect off the tiny crystallized flakes on a cold, clear night; the monotone color of the world when everything is in shades of bark-brown or white; the way that trees and bushes bend under the weight of snow; and how your eyes hurt on from the blinding brightness on a sunny day.

Let it snow!