Today, the space above us all gave us some light and cotton ball shaped snow braking the light gray color of the day.
The snow nested on the top of the dried plants, one of the many memories of a once colorful garden.
Only the quiet rithms of the wind were interrupting the silence of a quiet street.
Only my daughter, my dog...,
some adventurous birds and I seemed to witness the miracle of our first snow in March.
