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Snow Light
Jan. 5th, 2015 10:04 pmIt's one of those perfect winter nights, the sky clear and lit by a gibbous moon whose light is shining on the thin layer of snow blanketing the ground, making the air itself seem to glow.
It's pretty cold right now after being unseasonably warm yesterday, making a thick crust of ice on top of the snow so that I could walk across it without it giving way beneath my feet. That just heightened the otherworldly sense of the night. The wind sliced through my thin clothing like it was nothing but I kind of liked it. There's something clean about the cold, a crisp clarity to it that thrills me. The older I get, the more I crave that feeling and despise the wet, sweaty, insect filled heat of summer.
A few years ago when I had my DNA analysis done and it was determined that I am descended primarily from people in Northern Europe as opposed to Central, I was surprised but the more I think of it the more it makes sense to me. There's something deeply rooted in my bloodline that makes me want to go further north, that makes the future promise of warmer temperatures and fewer snowfalls seem so terrible.
I am meant for this season and nights like this and as they grow more rare, the more I feel as though I'm the outcast here, as alien as the moonlight reflecting off the snow.
It's pretty cold right now after being unseasonably warm yesterday, making a thick crust of ice on top of the snow so that I could walk across it without it giving way beneath my feet. That just heightened the otherworldly sense of the night. The wind sliced through my thin clothing like it was nothing but I kind of liked it. There's something clean about the cold, a crisp clarity to it that thrills me. The older I get, the more I crave that feeling and despise the wet, sweaty, insect filled heat of summer.
A few years ago when I had my DNA analysis done and it was determined that I am descended primarily from people in Northern Europe as opposed to Central, I was surprised but the more I think of it the more it makes sense to me. There's something deeply rooted in my bloodline that makes me want to go further north, that makes the future promise of warmer temperatures and fewer snowfalls seem so terrible.
I am meant for this season and nights like this and as they grow more rare, the more I feel as though I'm the outcast here, as alien as the moonlight reflecting off the snow.
