February, Northern Wisconsin
. . . Am made whole, if just for this hour.
Pestered out of a dreamless sleep, I leave the sleeper berth and emerge into a frozen wilderness, on the edge of a clean, empty parking lot. Just imagine, as you walk the snow of the curb, bordering commerce and wildness. The snow sparkles under blinding security lights. Near the clearing into the woods, even the fall flowers, now frozen as if time stood still, gleam with points of light upon their empty seed-heads. Reaching into the woods where the white lights are still casting but are more appreciably subtle, suddenly a change. The entire wilderness before you glitters as you watch with a child's delight. Looking between the soft firs out into the heavens, what is snow particle and what is star particle becomes indeterminable, and what is near becomes far, and far near. Just as the expanse of the heavens, the trees wear a veil of dark and diamonds, woven by millions of chance miracles. You feel you could stand here with the trees indefinitely, drinking in the celestial beauty pouring into soul from both star and snow.
. . . Am made whole, if just for this hour.
Pestered out of a dreamless sleep, I leave the sleeper berth and emerge into a frozen wilderness, on the edge of a clean, empty parking lot. Just imagine, as you walk the snow of the curb, bordering commerce and wildness. The snow sparkles under blinding security lights. Near the clearing into the woods, even the fall flowers, now frozen as if time stood still, gleam with points of light upon their empty seed-heads. Reaching into the woods where the white lights are still casting but are more appreciably subtle, suddenly a change. The entire wilderness before you glitters as you watch with a child's delight. Looking between the soft firs out into the heavens, what is snow particle and what is star particle becomes indeterminable, and what is near becomes far, and far near. Just as the expanse of the heavens, the trees wear a veil of dark and diamonds, woven by millions of chance miracles. You feel you could stand here with the trees indefinitely, drinking in the celestial beauty pouring into soul from both star and snow.
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