There is a softness that comes with the first winter snow as it lightly touches the ground creating a white icy shawl on the trees.
The bright autumn leaves now have muted colors.
The first snow muffles the sound made by humans and amplifies that of nature. The pair of doves are the first to clear the hilltop; their wing-beat moving the air with the force of an eagle.
With the weight of the snow comes a stillness only broken by the sound of dry summer limbs creaking under the pressure.
The doe and her two fawns cross the white covered black-top. Their spots have now faded into a thick brown coat; they now stay closer to mom experiencing their first snow.
I’ve experienced hundreds of “first snows” none better than the last.