SERENADED BY THE SNOW

There is a stillness that creaks and croons you into a sudden sedation when you become serenaded by the snow. It is not something I often endure, but it is something I do adore to be brought more and more until I can no longer recognize my own world. A powder soft white that shines like the blinding light from a portal's appearance and exit. 
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Photos taken in Locust Grove, VA in 2015.