Father Pitt

Why should the beautiful die?


Snow


One response to “Snow”

  1. von Hindenburg

    It was quite the experience driving from Monroeville to Greene County this morning. 2.5 hours of squinting into the fat, wet flakes, sliding around the corners, and getting out to clear the wipers and lights.

    But then you stop moving and arrive at a warm building, grab a warm mug, and the snow’s on the other side of a double-paned window with sheep and deer picking cautiously through it. Suddenly a life and death situation becomes the calmest and most meditative scene imaginable.

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