What a Fresh Snowfall Taught Me About Slowing Down and Reading a Winter Scene
There’s a particular kind of pressure that comes with a fresh snowfall. You know the window is short. Wind strips the branches clean, temperatures climb, and that pristine white surface starts collecting footprints and debris within hours of first light. I’ve been chasing these mornings for two decades now, and I still feel a low hum of anxiety every time I pull into a location and see untouched snow catching the early glow.