Frosting on Top
January 30, 2011
Woke up this morning to 8″ of fresh snow.
After a night of snowfall, the second day was another world altogether. We walked in the morning and it was absolutely silent. The ground was smooth, the sky was marbled, gray. The snow was light, deep, satin, and our steps were like whispers.
Again, in the winter vacation capital of California…a walk along the Truckee River… not a soul.

