SP Snowglobe
Once the snow clears a flurry of white cloud remains: a thick shroud of steam that buffets around the images within. Behind it seasons pass in moments, landscapes change with the sun and the weather. What is constant is the sense of motion.
Conifers pass by so close and dense the stars are only pinpoint flashes behind them; sunlight breaks through in dusty patches around huge sequoia; grasses blur, passing too almost fast to distinguish a single stem while mountains in the distance seem unmoving; and America builds up rather than out as skyscrapers begin to dominate the cities.
