Outside

An hour and a half ago, it was bright, clear, sunny - cold.

An hour ago, the thunder-snow came.  The storm was hard; snow roaring in both directions outside the window.  In fifteen minutes, the ground was white.  The storm lasted about forty minutes, maybe just a little bit more.  It slowed.  It stopped.

Outside the window now - dipping toward twilight, the sky still grey with storm clouds - the sun has burst through.  Powerful.  Gold.  Almost garish - and yet, so beautiful.  It has thrown itself, its last shot before being too low, against the wet branches above.  Against that sky.  Magnificence.  It is brassy, the light on branches which were black minutes ago.  It is crystalline.  I see clouds churning, brilliant and metallic, gold and silver, toward the sunset.  Yet the trees stand, dripping with points of light, still, undisturbed.

Tonight, it will be cold.  Black.  Cold.  Glazed in ice.

My head hurts.  But what a blessing of beauty.  I'd rather see it - than have missed such a day.


It's rather like loving X.  I'd rather have the headache, and know the blessing - be "without" him - than *with* anyone less.  Or nobody at all.



What a beautiful day.  E-beautiful.  Thanks be to G-d - and peace be with everyone.