Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

You need not leave the room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. You need not even listen, simply wait. You need not even wait, just learn to become quiet, and still, and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked. It has no choice; it will roll in ecstasy at your feet. --Franz Kafka


Okay, so I had to leave the room. I had to walk out into the cold and wet to capture the world's ecstasy, rolling and whirling and tumbling not only at my feet, but all around me this glorious night. By the time I leave for work tomorrow morning, the snow will have melted away, but savoring the touch, the taste, the tease of it was pure delight.