The Muffled Hush

 My great and glorious friend Hsinny posted about yesterday's storm and wondered what it is that makes a snowstorm so magical.

Maybe, she said, it's "the muffled hush" that accompanies it.

I love that.

We had a snowstorm yesterday that is the stuff that snowstorms are made of. A snowstorm that people not from New England think it's always like when we get snow. A snowstorm from an imaginary, snowstorm place in some great snowgoddess' imagination.

It was that kind of snowstorm.

Every branch was covered, the world was quiet, the trees were anthropomorphically dancing . . . 

. . . some trees more than others . . . 

. . . and although yes, it was a monochromatic day out there . . .

. . .  there's always plenty of multichrome inside.

And today?

The world is a muffled hush in the sunshine.