Early morning walk, still partially dark, deep snow, fresh and fluffy. Monochromatic tree branches and a muffled - cottony quiet. It's Sunday morning so there is no rush…no frantic town plows or hurried commuters. Just a sweet snow painted landscape for my dog and I to relish. Its like a secret, or a dream, so silent and surreal. A white New England Winter morning, perfect and unruffled.