snow.

snow is magical. there is something about it that makes everything different.

i am re-reading "snow" by orhan pamuk. i like to read it during the wintry season, because the breathtaking descriptions in the book come alive in such an amazing way when it is actually snowing outside. (try it sometime. you won't regret it.)

we had this gorgeous snowfall last night. it covered everything in a blueish-white, fluffy powder: trees, cars, streets, people. throughout the book "snow" the main character Ka, connects God to snow. what it is, what it looks like, what it does to a situation; to who god is, what god makes things look like, or what god does. the magical, mysterious quality of it. it covers over our dirtiness, the things we do to our environment, both good and bad. everything changes shape completely when covered, and sound is suddenly softened. the tiniest movements are easier to focus on. snow makes everything appear to have a sameness and cohesiveness that isn't there after it melts...

i think people that don't like snow are missing out.

i'll try to post some pictures i took last night. :)