We arrived yesterday with the snow, not so much a windy snow storm, yet far more than drifting flakes—and enough to make a real accumulation—three, maybe a scant four inches at the house. I had forgotten that a full blanket of fresh snow changes the light when you look across the landscape. And at night, when there’s moonlight, the whole look of the out-of-doors has a surreal quality, a softness and ethereality so different from summer light when the vegetation is full.