Imagine thumbing through the travel brochures of your mind, white showers that write expression when the world goes dark; it is then, that understanding of impermanence dawns upon us, tiptoes like a cat in silence, when we least expect it. Snow would be the easy way out. Perhaps, but I imagine it to be more than just that.
Over time it has been heavily romanticized, been made to seem better, more appealing than it really is- I wonder how plains feel, bare and exposed as they are, surely, they must have a say in the matter.
Snow is not white. It’s a common misconception that’s going around, rather it is translucent. It’s a cosmic dream at best. And so, we wait for snow to come and teach us how to adapt. Its breath is a song that combats the cold within. Or is it?
Photo credits: Close up of snow by Liz Pullan Pattathy, Unsplash
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I really like this… and yes we do wait for the snow to come, but we also want it to be gone. Also I know that snow has a very unique scent.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the prose piece resonated with you! 💄❤️
A stunning piece of prose, Sanaa, and so many lovely phrases. I especially love ‘white showers that write expression when the world goes dark’; impermanence that ‘tiptoes like a cat in silence’; and ‘its breath is a song that combats the cold within. I agree that snow has been heavily romanticized – I’m not a fan.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🥂
I really like this reflection upon snow, Sanaa! 💙
“It’s a cosmic dream at best. And so, we wait for snow to come and teach us how to adapt.”
A lovely reflection upon snow.
“Over time it has been heavily romanticized, been made to seem better, more appealing than it really is” made me think of all the times I’ve gotten fed up of the snow that I loved when first it fell.
‘Its breath is a song that combats the cold within.’
Lovely line.
Stunning story.
Much🖤love
The mood of snow! I’d say you capture our ambivalence to it very well!
I hate snow. You can take ours.🥶
Lovely piece! I especially like your comment about snow not being white and it being a cosmic dream at best.
Great as literal or philosophical, Sanaa.
cosmic scent indeed. loved this.
Very well written, Sanaa. I really liked this…
it is then, that understanding of impermanence dawns upon us, tiptoes like a cat in silence, when we least expect it.
Seems we always wait till it is too late to take action!
A different perspective of snow. I don’t live with snow, so it is rather alien to me. Thoughtful writing.
Oooo, how lovely! I do this often ‘thumbing through the travel brochures of your mind’. A very enjoyable read.
The illusions of something pure. I love the travel brochure of the mind idea.
I love the questioning aspect and the statements you make … “I wonder how plains feel, bare and exposed” is a stellar line.
Excellent and crafty.
So love your description of snow Sanaa