Woke up this week to the first snows of the fall...heavy, wet snow. About eight inches...lots of fallen tree limbs since many leaves were still on their respective branches. The branches could not support the weight.
But the following morning, the snow had dried out with the evening freeze. My cross-country skis got their first tour through the park, around the pond, and out into the broad lawns all covered with eight inches of white powder. A mist had formed above the park land....the morning air heated by the rising sun and the frozen ground created a fog through which the trees could be barely seen.
And, then, it was over. The sun rose still higher. The mist burned off. The snow softened and the snow began to melt. Wet snow began to adhere to my skis. Just a few hours on a silent morning....a good start to winter.
