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Saturday, January 23, 2016

silent, empty and wild


On the silent mountain
the snow
embracing the wind.

It's been snowing incessantly since yesterday. Outside, the snow is piling up into interesting shapes and the wind is blowing the powdery snow in every direction. The snow has created a hush, a dampening of sound. This makes me think of snow capped mountains, where there is no one. Only the wind blows, and the snow gives this invisible wind a dimension. I am thinking of the emptiness and wilderness. I am thinking of the vastness that puts one's life into perspective. There will always be (I hope) places like that - silent, empty and wild. 

3 comments:

  1. Beautiful writing! So visual, I can actually feel where you are.

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  2. I forgot to include the photograph that is wonderful and goes so well with the writing.

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