I can’t wait for Spring to breath color back into the world and shoo away the grayscale of Midwestern winter. I can already imagine the buzz of insects and the chatter of birds echoing through tunnels of brilliant green.
However, even with all this wishful thinking, I couldn’t help snapping a picture of this frosty moment while out for a jog around the neighborhood. No dogs barked from the large decorative front windows of houses and no cars shattered the glassy silence with the sound of their engines. There’s something captivating about moments like those when everything is reduced to shimmering silvers and you feel like you’re the only one in the world.