The Snow Loves the Trees

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”

― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

It was a long drive from Lawrence back to Dallas and we had to leave at six in the morning to insure we made it home in time to watch the Cowboys get beat. It was very cold with most of Saturday’s snow still frozen on the ground.

There was a thick… it couldn’t have been fog because it was too cold – some sort of pea-soup frozen haze… smothering everything. Over an hour later the sun rose unseen over the vast flint-hill plains. The haze slowly lightened into a gray blanket.

We stopped to switch drivers at one of the Kansas Turnpike rest areas, the ones with the oddly shaped water towers.

Belle Plaine Service Area, Kansas Turnpike

And I took this photo of one of the few trees within a hundred miles… blurred and obscured by the fog.

Tree in the frozen fog, Kansas Turnpike

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