December 23, 2003
Something about snow. It falls lightly outside my window. A centimetre or so has accumulated on the foot-deep blanket fallen already this month.
A windless snowstorm is, to me anyway, the most calming sort of weather. Inside or out.
Inside, a snow storm heightens the sense of warm hominess.
Outside, there is the quiet, and the sound of snow falling to earth.
|Presently listening to:|
The History Of The World [live] - Gang of Four - Songs of the Free (04:56)