The falling snow patters softly on my hood. The rest of the world is silence, stillness. Black trees, gray sky, white snow; delicate wisps of fog. Our footprints vanish beneath the new snow, as though we’d never been. Powdered sugar, creamy icing on a towering wedding cake. We cross the frosted moonscape as if exploring a distant world; there is nothing beyond the trees.
Winter wonderland indeed.