The Complexity of Simple

20 Jan

Pray for Calamity

The complexity of simple

Winter came as ice.  The slightest threadbare twigs on every bush and tree wrapped in crystal and then dusted with snow like confectioner’s sugar.  The entirety of the forest frosted, white outlines tracing contours until the fingers of every brach blended into every other masking the separation of individual trees, and the whole landscape was without depth or form, an unbroken line tracing itself eternally.  Time itself slowed, my breath stands still before me while the land begs, “Slow down.  Be.”

The road out was blocked by a downed pine tree.  I idled the Jeep and went to the trunk to retrieve my chainsaw, a tool that stays packed in the car for just such occasions.  Even the main highways were laden with the branches and trunks of conifers whose root balls could not sustain the added weight of their ice laden bodies.  

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