Monday, March 21, 2011

There is a month-long winter of beauty, while the fresh powder is still white and rests on the twisted limbs of lanky trees. There is no limbo; the moment that the beauty disappears is the moment that nature moves on, the snow becoming watery to make way for the lush green warmth and life that will emerge just hours later. Beautiful. Beautiful. Nothing is ever not beautiful.


4 amusing musings:

krista lee said...

you have an incredible way with words.

Ash said...

You do indeed have prodigious lyrical skillz.

That Blond Guy said...

THIS POST IS BEAUTIFUL. Absolutely fantastic, as always. You and I a very different taste in music, but I still love your blog more than anything.

Kay said...

Thanks so much kristina, ash and blondie!

You guys are so wonderful.

For cereal.

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