When the sky is clear and the sun comes out after a big huge snowfall ...
Thick arms of white covering all the branches ...
Sidewalks shoveled to make abrupt cliffs at the edge of each yard ...
The whole world glistens now. Every angle a different sparkle of sun off snow. The thick, heaviness of it dazzling in difference to the branches it weighs down. Tiny arms of weightless brown, blanketed beautifully.
Such a great reminder. Without the weight of it all, I wouldn't get to witness the sparkle.
