"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Friday, December 15, 2017
Whitish
A later-than-I-intended walk puts me out the door right as the snow started to fall. A fine sleet at first, but now that it's gotten started, a coating of white on deck and road.
I like walking in the beginnings of snowfalls, the world hushed and waiting. Today's totals will be less than Saturday's, but any snow this time of year is a bonus.
Will there be a white Christmas? I doubt it. But I'll take a whitish Christmas, too.