White is not a mere absence of color; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black. God paints in many colors; but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white. ~G.K. Chesterton
Fierce and definate are perfect words for white. I can’t imagine snow being any other color. Our first blizzard is here. School was cancelled. Plans were cancelled. I took Beatrix to a window to see snow. She looked away, bothered by the glare. I watched the dog lop and bounce and struggle to get to her favored spots in the yard. I commend her for trying.
They say if you are ever caught in an avalanche, start swimming. A blizzard is an avalanche of the atmosphere. So we swim inside our warm house—moving, cleaning, wrapping, squabbling, eating, contemplating, reading, yawning, sipping, considering, remembering. It’s easy to give into the momemetum of the hypnotic white swirl. It’s called hybernation.
Daddy shovels, mom warms soup on the stove and butters hot dog buns. Only the baby naps.
Yes, it’s gorgeous. Paint on.
