On the bus today I found myself distracted not by the snow, which was quietly re-covering everything that had been made clear since Wednesday, but by the open circles under the evergreens. At the base of each lay a swath as wide as its branches of clear ground, places where the leaves had proven too thick for the light snow to filter its way down.
The grass in those clear spaces looked wildly vulnerable, bordered as they were by the uniform white of the fresh snowfall. As though I had caught it in the middle of revealing something it hadn't quite meant to say.
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