Sometime before daybreak snow fell for the first time since late October. I was up early and watched the wind move a miniature snow squall throughout the tree canopy.
January is settling into itself. Winter is settling against the horizon line. Just yesterday I looked through these windows in the flashing light of the afternoon sun. My cat was making her way along the edge of the woods across the street. I watched her progress without a hint that the weather was about to change. What would I have done differently if I'd felt the shift or thought to check a weather report? The strange green winter had begun to feel unshiftable as one day sliding into the next can feel like page after page sliding against each other in a photo album. But then one volume of images falls to the floor and another is opened. Remember the story of snow on the ground? That's winter in new england. It's imperative that snow fall and cover the earth. But who any longer expects or predicts what's imperative. These times. And the whirled in which we live ...
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