Soft snow falling softly, barely touching before melting through roadway or sidewalk. Cold air, just cold enough, barely cold enough, and the present wet. The gray of daylight mixed with air's moisture and a little wind made snowfall enough for industrious children on a slight hill in the park. Laughter resonates, not fully muffled.
And in the pond, the water with a slight skim of ice sits, awaiting this soft snow. Delicate, dark cover of blanketing cold, with gentle, floating flakes reminding us of what is possible, what may come. WInter is young at year's end and beginning, and we may yet walk, head down and huddled, to the next moment of warmth.
So we choose, simply to stay with it and see. Blessing for the new year - may it bring exactly what we need most.