a land of hush
Jan. 19th, 2020 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
corviThis week was apparently time for our approximately-once-a-year pile of snow. We live on the side of a mountain up a steep partially unpaved driveway, so we were stuck in our cozy home watching the white winds and eating bowls of fluffy snow with maple syrup for four days (woohoo!), with brief interludes to fruitlessly attempt to shovel the driveway and try out our best swears.
We got icicles hanging from the moss on the cliff face! We didn't have any last year, and I'm not sure what was different this year. Not as cold?
A pale sunless sky:
One colourful twisty arbutus against a sea of straight-spined firs with grey trunks:
Fresh fluffy snow absorbs sound. Everything sounds so soft and quiet, you want to whisper.
The snow's completely gone now after a couple of days of warm rain. The world is a little sharper and a little louder without it.
We got icicles hanging from the moss on the cliff face! We didn't have any last year, and I'm not sure what was different this year. Not as cold?
A pale sunless sky:
One colourful twisty arbutus against a sea of straight-spined firs with grey trunks:
Fresh fluffy snow absorbs sound. Everything sounds so soft and quiet, you want to whisper.
The snow's completely gone now after a couple of days of warm rain. The world is a little sharper and a little louder without it.
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Date: 2020-01-20 12:51 pm (UTC)