The snow came again today.
Outside my window the streets, white with new snow, are lined with the tracks of delivery trucks, cars and bicycles.
In the courtyard below there are footprints. A man walks his dog. They neither seem to mind the gentle precipitation falling around them.
Snowflakes larger than quarters fall slowly past my window. I haven’t often seen snowflakes this size. They seem magical.
I grab the camera and try to capture this the feeling, knowing the lens cannot capture what I feel. Noting my surroundings, I try to etch in my memory the beauty and feeling of this moment.