Written by Elizabeth Paterson - Copyright 16th October 2016
It entered silently during the night; the cold, soft fall of the first winters snow. It came in the darkness and yet something about the way the moon cast its light upon the earth made each little flake of exquisite and unique design, glimmer lightly amidst the black backdrop of the night. I looked out my window and took in the beauty of it all. Who can sleep when such a sight is on display? It was silently inviting me to come, to sit and watch its beautiful show. Before I knew it, the quiet had led me to a place of blissful contentment, and almost as though some invisible queue from the earth had signalled the right moment of climax, the sun silently peeked over the straight line of the horizon. With all the brilliance of an artist’s palette it began to paint the sky with an array of colours unlike anything I’d seen before. Each snowflake in its intricate, delicate, kaleidoscope pattern, seemed to collect the colourful light in a thousand different ways. Without a word it took on the form of confetti, in the colours, and the lightness of the way they each fell through the air. They needed no intro, no count-in, no warm up swell; they soundlessly took up their own chorus of light, and movement like a symphony of sight. The silence only added to the perfection of that moment as the sunlight grew in intensity and continued to introduce new colours and hues.