Today was the first snowfall of year with any accumulation. The snow fell in tiny flakes, not the big, gorgeous, fat flakes, these were tiny cold crystals that made the world look just a little greyer.
I had to get to a grocery store over lunch, so I walked to the one nearest to the campus where I work – maybe half a mile away. On the way back to work, I walked through downtown, and my walk was filled with the noise of traffic driving through dirty slush.
But on the walk to the store (you’ll have to forgive my non-chronologicalness in telling this story), I walked through the quiet residential streets, where no one else was out and about. It was quiet, but in between the crunch of my steps, I could hear the snow falling through the branches and the last of the leaves that never did fall. It was almost musical. Like the sound of rain, but gentler, and crystalline. Which it turns out, is exactly what snow is. Still, it’s the first time I remember hearing that sound.