Pretty When it Falls
They say it’s going to get slushy, later today.
Even now the snow piled along the sides of the roads has grown smudged and smeared with dark grit: cinders and salt, engine exhaust, mud. Pure white darkened to watery black. The more evident sun has pulled those pale blankets back, revealing watery brown earth, bare branches, cold iron. Things are grimy and sodden, now. This is Winter in her messy phase. Her depressing aspect.
Snow is so transformative and beautiful, so otherworldly when it first falls.
But now…