Snowflakes freeze as they fall. Water droplets crystallize into intricate patterns of perfect symmetry growing larger as they approach the ground. It's like a beautiful, faceted microscopic ballet.
I think when it's sweltering out, this microscopic bit of magic seems even more surreal. And it might just trick my mind into thinking I am actually chilly. (Well, perhaps not, but it can't hurt to try, right?)
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Ahhh....trying to trick us into cooler thoughts. I like that approach. Plus, it's pretty and unexpected.
ReplyDeleteIt also helps when I'm writing something that takes place in Winter. Why do I try to do that during a heatwave???
Did it work? Do you feel chilly? Should I get you a blanket?
DeleteI love that you are writing something that takes place in Winter in August. I think just aching for the cold, might infuse your writing with more urgency and brilliance. :)
I would really love to read some of your writing sometime.
Absolutely beautiful! Have you heard of Wilson Bentley, the snowflake photographer? I read about him for a writing project a couple years ago and found his work fascinating. I need to remind myself of how amazing each individual snowflake is when we get dumped on here every winter. :)
ReplyDeleteI haven't heard of Wilson Bentley, but as my fascination with snowflakes led me to download about a billion snowflake photos, I might have some of his cramming my hard drive. And I love it that you were researching snowflake photography for a writing project. You are definitely my kind of person. :)
DeleteI used to dread winter; the onset of the cold and darkness. I grew up in the frozen hinterland where winter lasts about 9 months. That first snowfall though is always magical. I love how quiet the night is blanketed by those first big drifts.