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The moment when the world is transformed.
A chapter in the book Memories of This World
Memories of the snow
by estory
In the aftermath of shoveling out my car and a path along the sidewalk from a January snowstorm, I stand on the porch of our old house looking over a world that has been magically transformed. The last of the tattered clouds overhead is racing away, and the blue sky sinking down around me seems to ring with clarity. The air is cold, crisp and pure, as if it had come from the unspoiled regions of the North Pole. The roofs of the houses around me, the cars parked along the street, the uplifted branches of the trees, the grass, all are covered in a coat of snow. In the brilliant sunlight, the snow glitters and sparkles, white, clean, almost holy. As if it came from heaven itself.
For these first few moments after the storm it is as if the whole world has gone through its death and resurrection, its transfiguration. The dead leaves and the dirt are gone, the imperfections of the scene are blanketed with the perfection of absolution.
It is as if we have been forgiven somehow.
It is as if the whole world were starting over.
In the aftermath of shoveling out my car and a path along the sidewalk from a January snowstorm, I stand on the porch of our old house looking over a world that has been magically transformed. The last of the tattered clouds overhead is racing away, and the blue sky sinking down around me seems to ring with clarity. The air is cold, crisp and pure, as if it had come from the unspoiled regions of the North Pole. The roofs of the houses around me, the cars parked along the street, the uplifted branches of the trees, the grass, all are covered in a coat of snow. In the brilliant sunlight, the snow glitters and sparkles, white, clean, almost holy. As if it came from heaven itself.
For these first few moments after the storm it is as if the whole world has gone through its death and resurrection, its transfiguration. The dead leaves and the dirt are gone, the imperfections of the scene are blanketed with the perfection of absolution.
It is as if we have been forgiven somehow.
It is as if the whole world were starting over.
For these first few moments after the storm it is as if the whole world has gone through its death and resurrection, its transfiguration. The dead leaves and the dirt are gone, the imperfections of the scene are blanketed with the perfection of absolution.
It is as if we have been forgiven somehow.
It is as if the whole world were starting over.
This chapter marks the conclusion of Memories of this World. I wanted to finish on this note of transfiguration, this moment when the imperfections of our world are transformed back into the innocent and pristine, and I thought the perfect symbol for that would be a snowstorm. I have always cherished those moments after snow storms, when the shoveling is done and the car is extracted and you can enjoy those first brilliant moments when the world sparkles and the air is crisp and pure and the world seems brightened to the lustre of heaven. It is a spiritual moment experienced within a physical one. estory
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