White blankets fall, to
blur the coloring book lines,
and obscure edges.
~~~
Snowstorm this previous weekend. It fell as I was recovering from an illness. Food documentaries and snow block edibles... A fine way to return to the land of the living.
I had difficulty here capturing the sense of lost distinctions that snow gives me. I am in love with the way the world is remade with fresh snow. It is clear and blinding, sublime and unknowable, uniform and edible. I think we know better how the world is - infinite, unseen, uninterrupted - and how we do not know it - covered, untouchable, numbing, present. Snow is soft and painful, childlike and keen.
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