White after all

Last night, it snowed.  A gentle white scattering before midnight so we had a white Xmas.  During the night, gentleness gave way to something altogether heavier.  The Cooriedog walk became a winter's trudge.  The air was still and the snow was wet so it stuck to the branches of the trees.  Like makeup expertly applied to a tired face, they were transformed.  The trudge had its rewards.