Tuesday, November 15, 2005 -- 7:03 PM
Light, white snow falls like the cold breath of God from clouded heaven. My own smokey breath meets it and mingles, but then dissappears. His true breath of precipitation transforms the world, like before the first time I put on a pair of glasses and there were no individual snowflakes. The glasses didn't come off until they were clouded with sudden warmth. I have to take them off to see anything on the bus, and when my breath gets too close to the window I can't see the new world any more, at least not for a couple of minutes.
