Snowlight Blue

There is a certain color blue that fills the sky only when there is snow on the ground. I find it most often in the early morning or late evening — when the sun is close, but below the horizon — and the day is overcast.

This blue is not bright and happy, nor dark and ominous.
It is not dramatic. It is quiet. Full. Inviting.

Like the heat from a fireplace thawing cheeks and hands after the chill of an icy wind. This blue feels like warmth and comfort, but it’s only present when it is cold and a little dreary.

It brings to mind a walk across a field at twilight. Snow crunching under boots, thick wool scarf wrapped around my neck and chin. Golden glow from a window shining like a lighthouse in that deep blue light.

It’s not a shelter from a storm.
It’s a return to all of the familiar objects that build a quiet and contented life.

This blue — the kind only found when the world is blanketed in white — feels like coming home.