Relative Something

Some images defy me to put words on them. Try as I might, this one prevailed in stifling the voice in my head. Debris has collected on the old snow. A pine cone has melted a fairly deep hole. The barely detectable sprinkling of new flakes that fell yesterday subtly soften the details. The broken, yet half intact, dried leaf dominates the view, in stark contrast to the white space just opposite. The image speaks for itself. Old snow… mostly.

Then, this morning, as if on cue, the landscape is a renewed dose of pristine whiteness. Overnight, a fresh covering of snow has fallen to clean it all up. It is a magical sight. What a great way to start a week. Happy Monday!