2022 February Monthly Contest

[MrMCgrady]

When i think of a snow storm, i always think of the night. how quiet and alone it feels to watch the snow drift under the glow of the street lanp along an empty suburb street. There was an air of mystery around the night time snow.  Like something mystical or ethereal was waiting just beyond the dark. I always remember walking alone at night in the snow. The flurry of white powder was like a dance; A waltz almost.



Wish i could give this more time but we've been in and out of the doctor's lately