Another snowfall today in Boston, much more than predicted.  It isn't even officially winter yet, and we've had more snow than all last winter.

Done with shoveling, I look up to see that it is quite beautiful.  The snow turns up the contrast between in and out, warm and cold, protected and exposed.

Shapes are exaggerated and emboldened, the crisp air bites at your face and hands, all is familiar yet new.