Silent Night

Every so often, Life stops you at your tracks and forces you to heed its magnificence. The clock on the computer read 1:17 AM, when I sauntered down to the kitchen for a drink. The blinds in the living room were open. And I was presented with a most wonderful view. All my efforts at photography failed to capture the flurries of snow sifting through the clouds and descending gracefully onto the quiet night, failed to capture the feeling of bliss and reverence and wonder.
For all this, I know I'll have a crappy day driving to school tomorrow.