Why I like winter.
I walked to work in the snow today. Its so beautiful. It covers everything in gentle sloping curves of pillowy softness. All the jagged edges are rounded off, the patches of vegetation worn barren by treading feet or pesticides covered in a chill blanket, the problems of our physical world hidden. I think its the only time the world we know, day in and day out, is beautiful. It turns our world and all its ugliness into something otherworldly and new.
It makes me feel . . . I don't know, like just maybe, while the snow covers the hard realities, that something else is possible in our lives than what we have become accustomed.
Its a nice feeling, even if it only lasts until the snow goes gray with grime and melt-off.
It makes me feel . . . I don't know, like just maybe, while the snow covers the hard realities, that something else is possible in our lives than what we have become accustomed.
Its a nice feeling, even if it only lasts until the snow goes gray with grime and melt-off.