“The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.”
~ Patricia Hampl 

The snow came Wednesday. It swirled against the windows, time and again, as if it wanted to draw attention to itself. Large flakes of tiny ice crystals. It was melting snow yet it piled itself up in the streets as if it hadn’t heard about the laws of nature.

6 thoughts on “Light

  1. A nice and interesting post – – the snow defying science and partaking of religion. I suppose during the winter, I do spend more of my time prostrated or on my knees, but that’s more a function of slippery ice, and if I clasp my hands together, it’s to see if I can feel my fingers.😉

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