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[kuangning]

Such a lovely, quiet day it's been. The sky this morning was the softest thing I've ever seen, blue shading to gray lightening to gold streaking to gray deepening to blue, all dyed cotton wool and babies' blanket-like. As if to make up for the melting of yesterday's snowfall.

I'm not sure which was prettier, this morning with the sun peeking out from behind those clouds, or yesterday, when I walked through that stillness that comes when the world's carpeted with white, and the flakes are still falling, shaved-ice-crystal contact, whispering through the air.

They say that the rainbow was the sign of the covenant, the promise that never again would the world be destroyed by a Great Flood. If that is so, then I think that snow must be the reminder of what could be, consolation for what is. Hush, it soothes. Watch me, I am covering all the faults, all the harshnesses, all the broken places... and while I am here, the world will seem new.

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[tequilasunset.livejournal.com]

That's the wonder of snow, it cushions
the harshness. You said it beautifully.

((*))