A Quiet Morning Walk in the First Snow

The first real snow of the season arrived on November 2nd. It wasn't a storm, just a quiet dusting overnight that left a thin, icy coating on everything. The pine needles looked like they were encased in glass, each one defined by a layer of frost.

I went out for a walk to see it properly. The air was cold and still. Even the familiar sights, like the carved wooden bear that sits on a stump down the trail, looked new under a cap of fresh snow. It's always interesting to see how a little bit of weather can completely change a place you see every day.

The snow wasn't deep, just a crisp layer over the ground and low brush. In a clearing, the sky had opened up to a sharp, clear blue, contrasting with the snow-covered trees. It was a good, simple morning spent just watching the season begin to turn.