a neighbor cat, watching the snow fall
afternoon, with the Christmas tree reflection
"The first snowfall is worth having winter for. First a few tranquil flakes float down, then they come faster, and with purpose. The old greystone walls silver over, the swamp wears a mantle whiter than foam. The pine trees on the slope begin to cast feathers of snow from their branches. Inside the house there is a curious luminous look to everything, and outside the sharp etchings of November begin to blur."
- Gladys Taber from the December chapter of Stillmeadow Daybook