Crunchy and Sparkly

It wasn't much, just an inch or so overnight, but when the sun rose on the world this morning, everything sparkled. Each individual diamond flake was lit by the sun.
 

It was a dry, crunchy snow that squeaked under my boots when I walked out to open the gate.

It won't last long. Although the air is 10 degrees, the sun will melt whatever it touches and the sparkle and squeak and crunch will be gone.

I am so ready for spring, complaining and suffering as I do late in winter. But then coyote trickster sends us a New Mexico morning like this, all crisp and white and brilliant, and I smile.