There is something so beautiful about the stillness that only snow can bring. I was sitting on my bed reading when I heard a sound outside. At first I thought it was rain, but it seemed muted, heavy. I looked outside and my heart leapt. It was snowing! And for the first time everything about my lonely winter holiday felt perfectly fine. I was witnessing the very first snow of winter. I slipped on my jacket and a pair of boots and ran outside. The streets were silent–as they tend to be at 2am–and with the snow lightly dusting the tops of the cars, the houses, the road…it felt like my own hidden wonderland. Everything was fresh and new. Wholly untouched by anyone at all. I stood on my porch for a few minutes just watching the snow softly blanketing the world.
My first Boston snow.