It’s snowing outside, and the
pasture is gleaming, except where the horses have decided to paint it
green-brown. Winter in Canada paints everything in black and white, so even
the smear of manure is a welcome touch of color. I suppose there’s an analogy
there, but I’ll leave it alone.
There are interesting and
horrible things occurring throughout the world, but today I’m more interested
in watching the snow. Snow is patient. It visits every winter, content in the
knowledge that, come the next ice age, it will get to hang around for another
ten millennia. Something about that reassures me.
Art outlives flesh, but even art
is temporary. Enjoy your day for what it is. Enjoy your art for what it is.
Tell the truth, and listen for it in return.
Think about the snow.
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