I am reminded this morning how different the morning light is in our homes after a first snow. That colder, blue light that brightens the ceiling as it’s reflected off the snow. Brings back memories like a long lost fragrance or a melody from one’s past.
I think it surprises me as it is so subtle that I don’t think about it, like I would a sunset or the such, until it presents itself.
The snow will be gone in a few hours I am sure but that early morning light sends me back.
