White Out

You dear, patient readers who put up with my griping about this interminable winter, I beg your pardon. Again. Today's storm—which will segue into tomorrow's storm—threatens to snap my senses as it has snapped several tree limbs. Well after dark, we are in the midst of a white out.

Is it ironic that I find some solace in these back-lit panels of white quartz? Their patterned surface reassures me that Nature has more to offer than a seamless, suffocating blanket of drifting snow. concettous.com