The freshly fallen snow is photographing the beauty of the world.
It makes me think of a music concert. All the people dancing, laughing, singing. I find myself gazing at the large writhing crowd. And what I like are the cameras, from all sides. Flashing, catching the excitment, freezing it in time forever.
And now I look at the snow. It has just fallen, soft and slow, rounding out the harsh corners of the world. And see how the sun reflects off of each gently resting flake. Now move. Thousands of the lights are gone, yet just as many flash into existance. Just like the cameras. The faster you move, the faster they flash. But instead of excitment, it captures peace and calm. Freezing it forever in my mind so years from now I can look back at the moment, looking at the vast open field flash with lights of millions of thiny cameras, the cameras that are snowflakes.
Can you see it?