There are times when I find myself barely grasping to sanity. I suddenly sense my own self-awareness and discover that I have almost slipped into the realm of abstract, aesthetics, art, ideas. It frightens me sometimes how easy the transition could be made and how tempting it can be. It’s like standing at the edge of the ocean, hearing the Siren’s call, and being tempted to step into the waves and swept away by the riptide.
Today I was swept up in the beauty of falling snow.
Snow affects me deeply. I find symbolism of purity in snow.
I am of a savage design. I will never be gentle enough to embrace a snowflake until I am dead.