Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Snow day


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.