Waking up to a world of white

I am back in Virginia after a week in D.C. to join a party for old friends and drop the car off. It will be a brief stay as I'm heading back to D.C. on Tuesday...

It is brutal cold this week, cold for Virginia. The brittle creak of the ice under your boots cuts the silence and the air is pensive with expectation of snow. Overnight it came, cloaking the land in a cold white cape.

Waking up to a fresh snow never grows weary for me, touched with a moment of magic alchemy wrapped up in excited childhood memories. Of course I couldn't pass up the opportunity to walk through this ephemeral wonderland before it melted away. Snapping pictures to capture the muted hush frozen over the trees and puddles, suspended for a moment in time.