I wrote this back during my first winter in New England, wow times have changed. It was really the first time I had seen snow come down. I had been to Flagstaff, Arizona a lot at that point but never during the winter time, so seeing snow in Massachusetts, particularly in the Boston suburb of Braintree was a really remarkable sight for me. I would pass by Braintree on the train to Plymouth during the morning hours and so I would see the snowy open spaces with the light of the sunrise and it stuck with me. The snow has worn off it's magic on me now but I can still look back at this piece as a sort of diary entry in my journal of life experiences, and for that, I still hold it dear.