Snow, Fog and No Mail Plane

We now have about 5 feet of soft, white snow blanketing everything. The tundra provides endless expanses of white. It's not the kind of blank white that you might imagine, but a pristine white, with subtle pigments and contrasts from the setting sun, the rising mountains, fog, clouds, trees and anything else that might position itself into the panorama. The undisturbed views bring a sense of comfort, softness and serenity to my heart and mind. Hard to explain but wonderful to feel.

Unfortunately, sometimes we trade beauty and serenity for things like mail, travel and sporting events. The USPS plane has not gotten into the village for a week now and the district wrestling match was cancelled because all flights have been halted. Still, I hardly feel like I'm in a position to complain.

A modest glow from the setting sun off in the distance