There is a stillness that happens when snow falls. Sound is muffled. I found myself driving slowly to take in the beauty. I wished I could stop more as each tree seemed to be more photogenic than the last, but there was nowhere to pull over.
All has turned to shades of grey - a monotone palette. So many grey days in a row.
For now the grime of a city is covered up with the clean new-fallen snow. The trees seem to embrace their winter whites.