Snow

It's snowing here.  This is a fine, light snow falling straight down, like powdered sugar sifting down to coat the world.  I almost never see snow falling straight down, but there's not a breath of air outside, it's perfectly calm.  In fact nothing is moving excep the snow; no birds, no squirrels, no rabbits.  All is still but for the slow sift of snow.  Everything is shades of gray, no black or white.  Pale ash-gray snow, slate trees, charcoal tires.  A world with soft edges.  It is very beautiful.