For just a moment, the sky is hovering between a shifting, deep grey and soft violet.  Leaning against the bay window, I’ve managed to catch the subtle shift between twilight and evening in a snow sky.  The snowflakes fall in quiet persistence from this magical coloured sky, catching a golden glint as they swirl under the old streetlights.

When I was young I’d watch snow fall for hours.  I love to walk through a forest in the snow, letting its quiet settle into my bones.  Even in the city, there are quiet places for snow to fall.  A small park, a crooked old alley, a churchyard, a rooftop.

Snow makes everything feel quiet.  It settles into restless places, outside and inside.

It won’t last, I know.  But for just a moment, it does.


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