icy white

this is a direct cut-and-paste job from Jordan K's blog, but he expressed exactly what i feel way more poetically than i can manage. So please forgive me jordan, this is in some way a homily to you!

"I've never seen beauty like Saskatoon these last few days. It's not even foggy like the movies, it's like some of the weather from heaven drifted downward to us. The whole city's in hiding, hidden just out of sight, behind traffic lights and snow drifts and fog. Horefrost and red cloudy night skies have been creepily guiding me home for days now and I know that as soon as I begin to trust their direction, the snow will melt, or clear up, and I'll be reminded that just out of sight, stand ugly buildings made by ugly men. And behind those ugly buildings lie uglier buildings made by uglier men, who lie awake at night and puff up with pride at what a feat they've accomplished. But behind the building those buildings are behind, lie streets of gravel and wheat. Populated only by birds, and rabbits, and gophers, and farmers, and real night sky. Where stars constelate and sleep in clusters for the treetops to see. Where trees congregate and I wish I could be."