Watching Change

It was sunny when we left. It was sunny when we returned. In the hour between, my friend and I watched perpetual change unfold.

A dark gray haze moved across the path of the sun. Then, downy snowflakes began to collect, suspended in otherwise invisible webs.

Snow in a web

Then, it was if we were standing in the middle of a long, midwinter snowstorm.

Snow in a snowstorm

Soon enough, the sun was shining again, strong on our faces as we sat and watched the light accumulation disappear. Except, that is, in the shelter of the shadows of the trees. There, like lime on a baseball field, the boundaries of change were temporarily defined.

Snow in the shade
TheWriteBeat
TheWriteBeat

I am a writer who applauds your appreciation for nature, rhythm, and harmony.

1 Comment

  1. Yes, that was a crazy snow squall yesterday! Foreboding in watching the dark clouds roll in, knowing they carried snow. Captivating in the way the flakes blew in several different directions at once. Strange in how it was over as suddenly as it began.

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