Stairways after a Snowstorm

It took a while for the promised snow to arrive on Friday. Everything closed early, and we were home and waiting a little after noon. But the real snow didn't start until late afternoon. Coban was ready with the shovel.

Two days later, the sun emerged. And so did the beautiful light and patterns.

I love how the wind formed the snow into soft curves.

Today I felt truly grateful for change. Sometimes, just when you think you've had enough of something, a new thing arrives to take its place.