A quiet covering of snow drapes across the coarse cement outside. I peer silently, bending forward on my knees, to look through the small opening in the blinds that cover the window pane. In the comforting darkness of my sleeping son’s nursery, I can hear his peaceful breaths as I drink in the tranquility that the first snowfall always seems to bring. I love how the pristine snowflakes glimmer even in the night, never letting the darkness truly settle into its rhythm. The frigid air seeps into the room through the cracks in the window frame. Taking in the stillness is calming. Tomorrow children will be rough and rowdy as they play in the snow, adults will be attempting to warm the frostbitten engines in their cars, and all the calm and comfort of the first snowfall will melt away.