Observations on a Snowy Morning.

The valley behind the apartments was then obscured by the first fall of snow we'd known in some months. This was, quite assuredly and with tongue in cheek, a precipitous event that evoked emotions of conflict worth contemplating as it does every year when the leaves turn and the heart prepares itself for the winter season. And so with resolute hearts and hopefully equally sound minds did we accept the summer's leaving for places yet unseen by our eyes but often times heard of through the more exotic and travelled of our compatriots. This was cerainly a marked occasion for though we had seen the snows decend before never was life so marred by such an uncertainty of future, the snowfall signifying time's continual propensity to move in an onward fashion which only served to heighten our awareness of the aforementioned uncertainty.

Yet was there some solace to be taken from what was now beginning to cover the ground far below us? A quiet calm had seemed to settle as readily in our hearts as it did upon the city around us. Yes, indeed there was now a certain freshness, a newness to the city scape which spoke mightily to the turmoil which had been festering inside our psyche's for a time now. Things seemed closer as if the snow had somehow not only shifted the view from our balcony into a more monochromatic landscape but had also lessened our proximity to things which before had seemed quite distant.

Herein lays the truest quality of the winter months we shall endure here in our city. As the vibrancy of summer dies the distance between us all grows smaller as each moment the uniform tones of winter unite us towards the hopes that spring will come again.

~Brought to you by reading far too much Jane Austen~