There is a lattice of sorts near the back door of my apartment, one I don't pay much attention to in winter.

In summer, even early autumn, that's a different story. The flower box on the ground in front of this partial wall blooms with a number of different kinds of greenery, depending on the month. First, tall shoots of green. Yellow flowers almost reminiscent of daffodils - but not quite - that appear in June and continue through early July, replaced at that point by orange flowers, for which I've substituted knowledge of their name with multiple photographs of their color.

When autumn arrives, however, I lose patience. Just gray lattice-work, without anything particularly stunning - gravel - to see through the carefully orchestrated holes in the wood.

Tonight, the snowfall and the wind have teamed up to create a perfect little pattern on the lattice. Each diamond of open space filled with just the right amount of snow, creating a gray and white pattern against the dark sky that makes me think, for just a moment, that the winter scene is fully intended to be seen strictly in monochromatic shades.

Peaceful. Quiet. Nice.