The snow began after dark and continued through the night. It was a wet and heavy snow that blanketed the ground and outlined the branches and trees. In the morning the landscape had been transformed to winter. It was stillness and quiet this morning before Thanksgiving. I was at the golf course at Como Park where the oak trees on the far side of the pond still had their burgundy leaves. The entire landscape before me was quietly reflected in the open water. No ripple, no movement. Only the peacefulness of a winter’s morning.