26 - Snow

Snow is expected, tomorrow. Not in where I live. Not any close. It was 29 C, today, nice weather for taking some sun. Then what happened? Snowflakes floated slowly, only to fall. A white spread covering a crisp pool of water. In here? Not really. Not any close. Just in some dream place where it's cold and warm at the same time.

Snow... Like a sacred air assault from heaven, surrounding yourself from nowhere and everywhere. A touch of softness, so much that it cannot even maintain its own existence in that very moment, disappearing completely, only to survive as water. From snow to water... And in every single happening of this little miracle, thousands of new ones arrive over your shoulder. Not just you, for any being, it's almost a celebration of time and existence. Your consciousness is still making moves on that little chess board, don't worry the party is thrown by someone that you know without knowing. One thing else that you are quite sure of. There is only one way. Always forward.

Then it continues. The march of the snowflake armies. Falling from the battalions of clouds. So close and almost impossible to reach. Unlike humans, there is no fighting in this simile, manifesting against the main body of human achievements.

Air is not as cold anymore, kind of warm. Is it just a metaphysical deception or a meteorological fact? Do I really ask this question?

Little crystals hanging and floating everywhere around. Accumulating at slow pace. A matter of when for your hats and coats to have the snow shade of white. In the name of linguistics, some sentences should never be translated...

It's not the coats alone coated by the snow... Look at the tall buildings, high rises. Already they somehow resemble wise people, bearing benign white hair, beard and mustache. But alone mustache is not soft alone, only when as a part of the natural whole. No Monsieur, wrong century and not the right blog.

When you look for snow in a search engine, maybe this will come out, maybe not. The algorithms behind work just fine, cause if not you never know. Just like the very core of awareness. Like Descartes or like that guy catching the snowflakes. One by one. Each melting down as got caught. No Sir, not the right simile and a very misleading place to stop. Too bad not enough stamina to listen this time.

There is no snow in the picture cause there was none that I could capture.