There’s nothing anywhere here but snow.
The roads are covered in it and the air is speckled with it and every branch of every tree is frosted with it.
The world is turning white as if my ability to classify each and every thing has been suddenly found wanting.
Instead there’s one thing and one thing only.
It is holy with mystery and I catch it on my tongue like the host of some natural communion.
And now I know that I am snow too...
melting into nothing.
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