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Mar. 1st, 2009 11:02 pmI've had a full weekend, and I have a busy week ahead of me, but I'm tired of talking and writing (for once!) and I'll need to leave until later my account of all the things, wonderful and annoying and enjoyable and sad that have passed through my head this weekend.
Except...I went downstairs to get the last load of laundry from the dryer, and I stopped to step outside. It's beautiful. The snow is coming down ever so quietly, ever so finely, working its magic as it turns the whole world into something just a little bit different from and more beautiful than its ordinary self. The sound, the smell, the taste of snow falling in the air, the light it creates fills me with happiness, a kind of sad joy that comes from a sensation of experiencing almost secondhand something distantly familiar, something I once knew that's almost to distant to be known again now but that even from this remove I can be reminded of as lovely and haunting. It's hard to say quite what I feel. All I can do is describe the darkness, the gentle, snow-filled, cold, soft night outside and how its silence seems so much realer than all the noise of the day I've been through. I cherish snowy nights, and it's nice to have one more in this winter.
Except...I went downstairs to get the last load of laundry from the dryer, and I stopped to step outside. It's beautiful. The snow is coming down ever so quietly, ever so finely, working its magic as it turns the whole world into something just a little bit different from and more beautiful than its ordinary self. The sound, the smell, the taste of snow falling in the air, the light it creates fills me with happiness, a kind of sad joy that comes from a sensation of experiencing almost secondhand something distantly familiar, something I once knew that's almost to distant to be known again now but that even from this remove I can be reminded of as lovely and haunting. It's hard to say quite what I feel. All I can do is describe the darkness, the gentle, snow-filled, cold, soft night outside and how its silence seems so much realer than all the noise of the day I've been through. I cherish snowy nights, and it's nice to have one more in this winter.
