Blast of Snow

I never bothered to take the weather predictions here too seriously. Maybe it is past experience on my home turf. It never rains when the Weather department says so.

But here, that's not how it works - humbled by experience.

Just before I got off work last evening, my friend told me the weekend was going to be covered in snow. I did not take it too seriously. So when I woke up this morning, I was visibly shell shocked to see the entire landscape bathed in snow - reminded me of vanilla ice cream.

I love the first snowfall; it always is the best.
Untouched, pristine, pure white.

It fills me with a strange peace, like your life's worries are wiped clean, covered by the blanket of Nature's quiet beauty. I just stood by the window breathing in this morning charm, no noise, all stillness, peaceful.