We had a nice and easy snowfall last night, the kind where you wake up in the morning to pleasing sights: the trees filigreed, the ground carpeted, and the snow on the driveway too slight to require plowing.
The sun briefly broke through the overcast once or twice in the early morning, but then gave up.
In the woods, it was profoundly silent at first, the kind of silence that seems to be opening and closing as you walk through it. Then, I got to a spring-fed stream and the silence eased into rippling glissandos.
The trees overhanging local lanes captured most of the snow, leaving interesting patterns on the crushed rock surfaces. The snow also held on to the tall grasses that lined driveways.
(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on January 7, 2023.)