I thought this was particularly relevant today...
"And he could see, though his eyes were closed. He could see a bright, whirling torrent of crystals in the air around him, and he could see them gather on the backs of his hands, like cold fur.
His breath was visible.
Beyond, through the swirl of what he now, somehow, perceived was the thing the old man had spoken of -- snow -- he could look out and down a great distance. He was up high someplace. The ground was thick with the furry snow, but he sat slightly above it on a hard, flat object...
Comprehending all of those things as he sped downward, he was free to enjoy the breathless glee that overwhelmed him: the speed, the clear cold air, the total silence, the feeling of balance and excitement and peace."
-- Lois Lowry, The Giver
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One of the msyterious, tantalizing features of snow is its ability to repaint and transform entire landscapes and horizons. But perhaps its most curious and admirable characteristic is its ability to demonstrate its artistry without ever being heard. How utterly different from man made landscaping.
well put, Bob!
No balance, peace, or excitement for those of us driving through a blizzard in Eastland with more cars that have slid off the road than are on it! but alas, perspective creates our version of reality... (how's that for deep thought??? HA!) Let's get together soon.
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