I awoke this morning to the sweet, unsullied majesty of a first snow. It was early still. No one else had wandered out to look around. So I quickly dressed and grabbed the camera, running outside to capture as much of the magical beauty as I could.
And while I know that many of you out there have been contending with snowstorms all winter, my nostalgia lingers. It sets upon my heart like a soft blanket wrapping me in the memories of childhood, to keep me warm as I traipse through something so unexpected and evanescent as snowfall in the desert.