As the snow melted from the leaves of trees this afternoon, under a still lead-grey sky and intermittent flurries, the trunks and branches of the trees in the ravine glistened with remnants of the overnight snow.
As I was putting dinner together, the view was striking. Now, as the oven hums, the wind howls, and with mid-30° F temperatures, the snow echoes are almost gone.
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