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things look different now, different in so many ways
Snow everywhere, lovely. This is what I was waiting for, this whited renewal. It is so beautiful.
I never know what it is about a snow-covered world that makes everything seem so silent. As though the whiteness mutes the air, swallows up sound, scrubbing away the senses until all that's left is sight (the contrast, black on white on black) and fresh, reddening cold.
I love cold, the pure, windless kind. I have the blood for it, northern blood, bred from generations of north-dwellers.
So now it is winter, and I can overlook the forecast for more unseasonable warmth in the coming week because I've been treated to this. Christmas comes soon, and I can finally believe it. I will go home in a week and a half, to a new house, and I will buck up and swallow the memories and longings and help my mother with this new place, help her make a beautiful new nest. It is the least I can do.
I should not be so subject to my environment, to nature's flippant whims, but I am. I woke recharged, newskinned, ready to face the things I currently fear. I close my eyes and send love to all those I miss - N, L, E, J, S, M, B, all of them. I would send grace if I could (but love will have to do.)
I never know what it is about a snow-covered world that makes everything seem so silent. As though the whiteness mutes the air, swallows up sound, scrubbing away the senses until all that's left is sight (the contrast, black on white on black) and fresh, reddening cold.
I love cold, the pure, windless kind. I have the blood for it, northern blood, bred from generations of north-dwellers.
So now it is winter, and I can overlook the forecast for more unseasonable warmth in the coming week because I've been treated to this. Christmas comes soon, and I can finally believe it. I will go home in a week and a half, to a new house, and I will buck up and swallow the memories and longings and help my mother with this new place, help her make a beautiful new nest. It is the least I can do.
I should not be so subject to my environment, to nature's flippant whims, but I am. I woke recharged, newskinned, ready to face the things I currently fear. I close my eyes and send love to all those I miss - N, L, E, J, S, M, B, all of them. I would send grace if I could (but love will have to do.)