We had
a dusting of snow last night, and this morning was clear and cold with just the
faintest breeze. In the darkness of my morning walk, the moonlight from the
quarter moon was shining just enough on the pavement for me to see the shifting
tendrils of drifting snow on the road.
It was
beautiful, walking with the wind at my back and the snow moving about in
swirling patterns at my feet. It reminded me of water spray on the lake, when
the wind blows fiercely and the tops of whitecaps are sheared apart and sent
tumbling from one crest to another. The patterns in the waves are just as the
snow, shifting shapes of spray and foam like a living thing that moves slowly
across the lake.
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