more new snow. more freezing weather. chilled sunrises.
while clearing the snow once again this morning, i had to think of the story i wrote last year in winter:
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H2O
She clears the snow, once more. Her shoes are drained already, her arms are tired. The snow keeps falling since days. She tries to see it as just what it is: a structure of H2O. Strings of molecules, the base of life.
“The rain that falls, the water we drink, it’s the same water that was home to the first fish, that quenched the thirst of the first mammals,” a scientist explained on TV.
She imagines them, all those drops of water that keep moving through time, in different states of being, once being a river, once a cup of coffee, once being used for the laundry, and then falling again, as rain, as snow. The circular thought brings on images of the streets of laundry she has ironed in her life, of the armies of dishes she has washed, of all those days she has woken up to, to fall asleep again at their end.
She keeps clearing the snow, and can’t help it: her thoughts are with Sisyphus now, and she tries to see him, again, as a happy person.
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and some links, all connected to snow and water:
- seehaikuhere is about to start a series of water haiga
- the spas baths hot springs tumblr has new water moments
- the blueprint book blog is on a poetic journey to Iceland with Colder Climates
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