Snow is falling in St. Louis at midnight. This is one of my favorite times. Everything becomes exceedingly quiet and beautiful in a new way. It’s almost like you are on a movie set, because it seems a little too perfect. I ran outside with my camera on a tripod and took this shot looking west from the median in front of my house.
How gorgeous! Watching snow falling late at night is one of my favorite ways to enjoy the world.
I remember late night walks near my boyhood home as it snowed. There was an almost comforting sound as the snow fell, especially as I watched the rainbows created as the flakes slid past the old style streetlamps in my neighborhood.
As the weather turned, I remember following a specific route so as to hear certain early rising birds as I walked. One mockingbird and I frequently conversed on these walks. Now, the mockingbird in my plum tree in the backyard reminds me of the constancy of the songs of nature and of home.
I hadn't thought about those walks for some time, Erich. Thanks for the jump-start!