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.