Two days of gloominess and rain. Two days of rain, as if the land is mourning he passing of Summer. Normally, I love rainy days, but with Winter getting closer every day, I’m dreading the long dark, colorless days. They make me sad, often withdrawn and I feel very much out of sorts, even if the day be sunny.
Still, when it’s snowing and very quiet out, it feels almost “holy”, for ever since I was a child and discovered that falling snow makes a sound, a deep, quiet night of snowfall holds a sacredness that I still remember and feel some forty-six years later.
Some days, I long to be a child again, with that profound curiosity, acres and acres of fields and forests to wander, and the world full of mysteries, both sacred and profane.
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