If I were an obscure and useless Ice Age card, I would have snow-covered Benningtonwalk.

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I will never get over how cool, how white, how colorless the light of early dawn is.

(Yes, I've gotten some sleep tonight. Little snatches here and there, at least.)

And I will never get over how snow muffles things. How does the whole world seem more empty, more profoundly awaiting, as the silence is alive, as if any sound will be swallowed and sacriliege, just because it's got white fluffy stuff on top of it?

It's snowing out there now, in that impossible light of dawn, in that impossible silence, flakes of all sizes, all with majestic slowness. The great intricate pines have just a dusting of it, just enough to highlight every clutch of needles with a little mound. The sky is chalk white with those dull dark green dawn-light laces of trees against it. The place is waiting, unworldly. The snow crunches, and I do not want to walk, and soon even my shivering distracts me, and I yawn, and gulp air so cold it scalds, and go back inside to huddle in my blanket and write.

Pages of paper (workshoppable draft needs to be done by noon if I skip the class I shouldn't skip, ten if I skip it): 5. Assignment: 8-10. Missing: introduction, a batch of groundlaying at the beginning, any kind of point.

Comments

[mattador.livejournal.com]

The thing I like best about the light of dawn is that it's transparent- you can see teh sky behind it, whetehr it's grey or blue or covered with those pink-flushed clouds... yeah.

[(Anonymous)]

whatever happened to laura moody? where can one find her blog?