It is amazing how the world I live in can become almost invisible to me until a transformation comes in the form of a snowfall. The world I knew takes on new colors. New shapes appear. Then there is the hush. When all you can hear is the crunch of snow under your own footsteps. This transformation has always been magical to me. Of course, it also brings with it the dangers in driving, the barrage of back injuries and the need to layer up for comfort. Inconveniences undoubtedly, but it is worth it all to have a fresh new world to explore. Personally, it is always about the light. I love to rise early and watch the sunrise be reflected in subtle shades on the surface of the textured snow. It’s as if God dropped a canvas and began to paint with watercolors over the landscape. I love winter.