I was surprised to open my curtains to view snow this morning. It was a beautiful day, fluffy white flakes randomly landing all over you. Central Indiana snow seems to come with intense winds though. Driving home in the dark, I was delighted to once again see the glowing fields. Snow has a luminescent quality, where the darkest nights seem to light the plains. I had forgotten the impact.
Approaching a stop sign gave me time to study the wind patterns blowing on the ground. You remember old westerns? How they’d meet at high noon with a dust storm lifting up around their feet. The music, “doo de doo de dooooo, whaw whawwwww whawwwwwwwwwwww.” They have nothing on a Midwest winter landscape.
Replace the dust with snow, rising up to a few feet off the ground. The astonishing speed with which it scurries across the ground, races to blow any loose items into a frenzy. It is quite the sight. I wondered how many others stop to appreciate this unique drama unfolding around us. In the desolate night, beauty lies. Just atop the surface.