After the snowstorm ended, I bundled up in my warmest parka and Sorel snow boots, and went for the long walk from home to Rosetta McClain Gardens.
The side streets had not been cleared yet, and I stepped deeply into the snow, almost to my knees. I walked all the way stepping in and stepping out of the snow, and when I finally arrived at Rosetta, I felt warm all over from the invigorating walk.
Snow covered the entire garden in undisturbed soft mounds of white. I was glad to have the gardens to myself, to walk it alone, creating paths as I trudged through the snow.
The afternoon sun, mostly obscured by big clouds, tried to break through, and when it did, it cast metallic grey-blue light over the lake and sweeping lines of dark shadows over the snow.
By the time I reached the farthest end of the garden and turned back, the light, all of a sudden, started to fade fast, and the air became colder; I picked up my pace, and hurried back to the warmth of home.