A light snow, easily cleared, meant a long walk yesterday — and a chance to contemplate how much better winter looks when it's wearing white.
There is a time in late November when bleakness is becoming — bare trees, barren fields, a monochromatic palette. A soothing contrast to summer greens and autumn golds.
But by mid-February, bleakness is boring. The eye craves contrast, softness. It looks for shelter, for cover.
In the language of fashion, winter white is that which is worn after Labor Day — creams and oysters and parchments. But in the language of weather, winter white is the mantle only snow can bring. And finally, it's here.