Saturday, January 03, 2004

It's the clean slate of the new year that I love. But it's odd--50 degrees out and January. Now I miss the snow; when it covers the land, it is newness made manifest. Snow, come soon.

Snow has made everything earthly clear and quiet.
My mind is simple and patient.

~Tuomas Anhava

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