January 31, 2022

01/31/22
Elizabeth Lerman

The snow is back and so are cold days cast in daylight, harsh sun settling down on bright white making the untouched beds shine with a color that cannot be captured with words. Blinding might be one but it’s something softer than that because you notice that none of you minds when the light floods your vision. You might welcome it, even, that moment of sightlessness when sun strikes snow, when your senses swell with the season and linger there in delicate suspension.

- E.L.