14 January 2003 -
2:56 p.m.
. . . and everything froze slick and shiny like polished quartz.
Milky layers of white and blue whisper below each other reaching down, stealing the light away.
All sparkles irridescent in the near-silent peace.
The perfection of the earth's surface is improved. Valleys are buried slightly deeper than mountain ranges as miles of ice push down.
The sky is closer now, uninterrupted, glowing fearless and absolutely still.
Blue shrinks, collapses under the weight of its inherited responsibility, and fails.
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