knee deep in weeds

notes on living a life

three on tuesday || snow day

“He hoped it would snow recklessly and bring to the island the impossible winter purity, so rare and precious, he remembered fondly from his youth.” 
― David Guterson, Snow Falling on Cedars

it snowed. . .  

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.
~ Mary Olive