There's a feeling about the early morning after a snowy night akin to being the first kid downstairs on Christmas day, surveying the gifts still neatly wrapped. Mysterious business had gone on while you slept. An eerie mise en place waited as yet undisturbed.
light, the land, the snow compose a world in platinum. None of them holds
dominion. They commingle to a new and different thing: a seasonal alchemy.
Proceeding down the trail I'm reluctant to look back at the trace of first
footprints in the snow.
trail opens to stillness. Snow mixes with air, earth and water to dissolve the
edges of each. The landscape detaches from familiar moorings to float on its
Past the quarry the ocean sloshes contentedly. It's
its own thermodynamic self, replenished by snow-melt, sculpting lines on the
shore according to the laws of watery reunion.
winter ocean summons another face: colorful, energetic, uncompromising. All you
can do is nod and smile respectfully. Rough riders take their chances for
thrills or hard-earned professions. Landlubbers admire untamed beauty.
the fresh water side of the ledges ice reflects extra light up onto the quarry
walls. The granite is never so glowing as in winter.
a time of year for noticing little satisfactions that might be shrouded by
foliage the rest of the year, or shouted down by boisterous colors. Shadows suggest
origin stories to ponder. Highlights suffuse surfaces with tints warmer than
you thought you knew must be reconsidered, stretched, expanded. Nature takes an
encore in winter.
If subtleties have lulled or escaped you, Nature
may close the day with a flourish to counteract seasonal affective disorder.
Not the butterscotch light of August, but a splendid sky unique to winter design.