After the First Snowfall

The snow came a bit earlier than expected that year. I had planned to bike into work that day, but the roads were all slush so I brewed an extra thermos of tea, put on my best foul-weather boots, and budgeted an extra 30 minutes to walk in. Ordinarily this would've thrown me off my groove, but the morning was so crisp and it was still early enough in the season that the sun was up, but just enough to cast some rad shadows. The snow came softly enough that the fall leaves stayed mostly undisturbed on the trees, with a light dusting or orange atop the fresh snow. The snow was all gone by lunchtime, but that morning has become one of my favorite early winter memories of all time - a perfect walk through a crisp fall-to-winter transition day. Truly the best of both worlds. I hope this painting helps convey that feeling to you as well.