Snow is Now
There came a time during my walk that the fields of snow seemed to merge with the sky. There was a sense of unity, with no horizon. It felt that the loss of a physical horizon mirrored the loss of our metaphorical horizons, because without a view of past or future we can only exist now. I realised within this white bubble of melded land and sky that it is now for everyone and everything - it always has been and always will be. Snowiness is nowness.
A river of thoughts snakes through a strange landscape under a pale moon, and that river is me: Sometimes deep and fast, sometimes slow and dreamy, with secret currents that can warm or chill. Spend a while on my banks and dangle your feet in my waters. I am also the snake and the moon. And maybe a poet.
