and so the day begins in crystalline beauty. The light emerges slowly from the mist, silently tracking the footfalls of night. I am encapsulated, as the snowflakes cling to branches and posts, so softly, as moonlight, and I as enraptured. It is hard to do anything, when my dreams float through the waking mind, thoughts stretching themselves around the shape of such fleeting filaments of time without time and space without space.
