The blanket of snow is slowly withering. There was very little left on the porch this morning. We did not get the large amounts that some other communities did. There are still some globs on the trees and sidewalks. It is only the middle of February so I guess that we will get some more before Spring.
There is such beauty in the new fallen snow. It is cold and reserved but intensely beautiful. It makes Gaia seem more like a mistress than a wife or Mother.
Last night was a night of complicated dreams. The dreams were about beauty. What is beauty? Who defines it? Hobbs said that it was long eyelashes and green eyes. A rose, if it stunk to the high heavens, would we still consider it beautiful? A country, if it was founded on freedom and justice and the rights of Man, and had degraded into an international bully and a greedy merchant, would we still consider it beautiful? The amber waves of grain have been replaced by asphalt and concrete towers and derivatives have replaced sweat equity as the national pride and therefore go before the inevitable.
So, beauty will be redefined by society and goals will be recast by society and the world changes. There is still the beauty of the snow, for a while, until the heat and the passion of merchants cause it to pack up and be no more. Will there be anyone left to grieve for the snow? Perhaps, if there isn't, things will cool back down and Gaia will open her arms to welcome her new children.
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