Friday, January 25, 2008
The Big Chill
It hasn't snowed for over a week and yet as we drive along, there in the shades it lingers. On the sides of steep hills, in tall piles, lurking beneath the tight branches of bushes, the snow remains. Despite the bright sun that beats down upon us, the temperature remains cold and the white crystals cling to their ephemeral life. In places that are hidden away and when all the small particles are lumped together they find the power to resist the changes in weather and attempts to warm the earth. I'm sure there's a metaphor in there somewhere.