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23 November 2010



"To walk at night in snow light, as a heavy snow falls, is to enter a pointillistic landscape in which one’s vision softens."

If someone were to ask me, upon death's doorstop, to recall my favorite moments from life, walking in snow light would be one of them.

Today it was -4 degrees Fahrenheit with a -30 wind chill. Needless to say, I did very little snow walking. However, I was out shoveling the other evening just as the snowfall faded away, and as it was so incredibly cold (again, in the negative temps), I enjoyed the crunch of snow under my boots and the sparkling dust that flew off of the powdery snow on my shovel. Lovely.

Of course, it is only possible for me to savor such moments AFTER my down jacket arrived in the mail and I picked up a pair of duck down mittens at Base Camp (our version of REI)...


I couldn't figure out how to edit my post, but I wanted to add that it's not just the visual stimulus of snow light that I enjoy, the auditory senses figure in as well - the silence that accompanies snow light is part of the overall experience.


Hi Emily--I'm glad to hear that you have a new down jacket and duck down mittens. You sound warm despite the cold temperatures.

I agree about the delights of sounds in a snowstorm. I love to be in forest when it is so quiet that I can hear the snow flakes strike the tree leaves. Or out in steppe to hear the snow fall against the dried leaves that remain on shrubs.

'The many pleasures of snowfall' might be a nice essay topic.

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