Vivid
Thursday, January 29, 2009
So that I went out (between client calls and a dance lesson) searching for vivid. And I knelt down to the snow that had gained a patina (in the chilled night) of ice. I wondered, for a moment, what it might be to separate, from all the white, a snow crystal, a single one. Bending down, kneeling then, I felt Anna's scarf unravel. When it fell, it was the vivid thing that I'd been searching for all along.
