Not even pictures can do justice to snow. Can a picture really capture the dazzling brightness of snow as it reflects the sun back into your eyes in millions of prisms?
And how can mere words or even a picture portray snow's lovely fluffiness and the way it caresses the plants on which it lands, like the softest of down comforters.
Or the way it can frost the top of a box like icing on a cake?
Can a picture capture the depths of the shadows that lie across its surface lengthening the most average of trees into veritable forests of stretching timber?
And still reveal how the snow delicately lines each branch as if an artist's brush has gently stroked over each fine detail.....
and then moved on to transform garden ornaments with a palette knife loaded with titanium white.
But it isn't just the look of snow that's hard to describe ... it's what the snow reveals - like the tracks of a hopping bird, foraging for food.
And the secret midnight dance of the rabbits as they court under the winter sky....
Or the path of a lone cat, stalking silently by with its green eyes focused on a mission only he can comprehend.
These are the messages found in the snow, the stories it whispers, the secrets it reveals. It covers the ground, but exposes so much more. Even the goldfinch, wearing his drab winter plumage, is more easily spotted when the rosehips have donned their winter caps of snow.
And the junko, practically unnoticeable in summer and fall, becomes a focal point with his soft charcoal feathers set against a white backdrop.
I have concluded that snow is indescribable, a miracle best experienced in person. Second-hand knowledge just won't suffice. I hope, wherever you are, you have the opportunity to enjoy a little snow this winter.