January 25, 2007

  • snö

    Winter days are always breath-taking within themselves, partially
    because the bitter air robs the lungs and bones of warm life. 
    Today however is brilliant.

    The paradox of a snowy sun-filled afternoon is a mystery to me. 
    Snow should be banished away by light according to nature's laws but
    instead defiantly burns with reflected sun.  The soapy flakes look
    suspended in the blue expanse, absent of clouds and churning me with
    the impossibilty of it all. 

    I am perplexed by the burning of ice and the chill of the sun on days
    like these, but by this I know there is heaven.  One thing I know
    for sure: wonder lands softly on the white iris of the earth turned in
    awe to the sky.

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