Midnight snow...

I've been sitting by the window in the computer room/study, looking out at the snow falling outside... it's so quiet out there, not a car going past, not a single sound... you can hear the stillness, as it were... Maybe the snow is a hazard to drive in, but it's God and Nature's reminder to us humans to take it easy, sit back, relax, read a good book, or just watch the snow fall, spinning past the window panes...

The sky has turned that odd shade of tan you see only in the winter, when it's snowing at night. I read somewhere why that happens, but for the life of me, I can't think of the explanation. It's unusual. And it reminds me of a famous painting at the Museum of Fine Arts, an American Impressionist painting (can't think of the artist's name, but when I do, I'll edit it into this entry); I think the title is something like "Winter's Night on Boston Common".