It snowed last night. It wasn't the light, flaky snow that disappears as quick as it falls. It was the huge flake, wet snow. The kind that coats trees, causing them to droop with the added weight. The kind that takes your breath away as you take your first glimpse outside. It mutes the noises from our daily surroundings, replacing them with beautiful silence.
I drove to work under a canopy of white.
It is moments like this that I love living in Iowa. For most, Iowa is known for nothing more than growing corn. For its residents, it is home....a place of beauty.
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