Clouds have earned their freedom from earthly concerns, rain returns rambunctious for ground, but snow knows something else. A matrix of light captured by water, it cuts with both the joy and sacrifice of form. The snow that falls from this sky knows it cannot last. It swirls around a nearly graspable edge of the infinite, reminding us we are this many and one, we are here and disappearing back into what we were before.
In snow I am in a place unbound by stone, lightened. I walk out and see a million points between heaven and earth. I see the manifestation of silence. I put out my hand to catch the sharp edge of something not meant to be held. I watch one flake fall rise waft away. I watch.