Half an hour earlier, I was at a location about 300m higher in elevation, in the middle of a snow storm.  The snow was so intense that it was difficult to see anything more than 20m in any direction.  After waiting for about half an hour and not seeing any break in the storm, I decided to head back down the road.  Gradually, I began to see features a little farther away.  By the time I reached a junction in the road, visibility had increased and more distant features (trees and mountains) had returned to my view.  I was struck by the beautiful glow from the wet and golden leaves of the aspens and the distant mountain peak emerging from the clouds.  The air was crisp and moist, refreshingly clean, and spiced by the gentle smells of fall leaves.  The clouds were swirling quickly, reluctantly moving on to rejoin their group, and polishing the mountains and trees along their way.  The noon-time sunlight was bright in my eyes and warm on my face.  It was a glorious moment.