How do I speak to the light? To the snow's surface? To the bright white?
How do I continue on - to tell this story? This one that is about this season..this month..this time of the year? Of snow falling? Of snow remaining? Of snow warming and blanketing the soft dark earth?
Of trees still sleeping? Of sun shining? Of days lengthening - each one just a few minutes longer than the one before last?
How - I wondered- can I speak to the winter's light?