a snow-cured world rose to its haunches this monday, teeth bore but retracted no sooner by the simplicity of the scene. despite the beginning of the business week, the world’s restless drone was stilled by the ivory horizon and hills. i admire that in moments of snow we are forced to step backward and breathe forward. the sweet and singular song of a bird pervaded my morning air, and i carried those initial notes in my pocket the entire day (daring to recreate them several times) – and encapsulated in snow, this monday was instantly mindful and received with open palms. we were forced to pay closer attention, listen a little , and watch carefully for the actions of those around us.
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