My great and glorious friend Hsinny posted about yesterday's storm and wondered what it is that makes a snowstorm so magical.
Maybe, she said, it's "the muffled hush" that accompanies it.
I love that.
We had a snowstorm yesterday that is the stuff that snowstorms are made of. A snowstorm that people not from New England think it's always like when we get snow. A snowstorm from an imaginary, snowstorm place in some great snowgoddess' imagination.
Every branch was covered, the world was quiet, the trees were anthropomorphically dancing . . .
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