Yesterday’s snowstorm that continued into last night was the kind of weather that we like while watching the Superbowl in a state of “snugginess.” (The Superbowl playing, itself, was the kind of massacre that goes well in this Patriots territory, especially with pizza, beer, indigestion, and an occasional Brady-to-Gronk touchdown.)
This morning, by contrast, we awakened to a pure white calmness: the quiet beginning of another kind of perfection: a cold, clear winter’s day when you think that you can see forever. Above, you see the early sun arriving on the North Field, which slopes down to Great Cove.
Below, you see the early sun rising over the trees on the ridge above the field.
(Brooklin, Maine)