Here's the landscape that we always loved the best

It snowed beautifully overnight and is still snowing in thin unbroken spirals, tufting the yew branches and the crime-scene silhouettes of cars in the street. The roads have been cleared, but before then I saw a rabbit running the shadow of its own footprints under the streetlight. Hestia's bird theater sits huddling and fluffing in the hearts of bushes. My parents have been married for fifty years.