First snow. Dark silhouettes of people going to work, against the newness of the white earth and frosted trees; the bright orbs of light from the lamps in the park; the muffled, soft stillness.
An ambulance careens by in a blur of chartreuse. A runner, in neon tights; a woman pushing a baby carriage through the slush; determined bicyclists; walkers under umbrellas.
How fragile we are, with our firetrucks and snowplows and ambulances, arming ourselves against the unpredictable! How we clutch at a bit of warmth: the early-morning coffee cup, a cigarette, the loyal dog trotting at our side in its bare paws; how we distract ourselves with colors of lipsticks and scarves; the question of whether to put salt or sugar on our oatmeal! Meanwhile the giant poplars are singing themselves to sleep, the earth shrugging and settling beneath its white blanket, the planet hurtling through the universe. I gaze at myself and my fellow travelers with tenderness: so tiny, so myopic, so trusting, so unprepared.
Beautiful, Beth -- image and words alike.
Posted by: Rachel Barenblat | November 27, 2013 at 10:40 AM
And so lovely, Beth. For only the lovely can utter such lovely words.
Posted by: Tom | November 27, 2013 at 11:18 AM
Yes, both beautiful--we also got a sprinkling of snow. My children were excited, taking their own pictures of the dawn this morning.
Posted by: Lilian Nattel | November 27, 2013 at 11:30 AM
The blurred figure in the snow reminds me of Saul Leiter - just read about his death.
Posted by: Jean | November 27, 2013 at 11:43 AM
This is beautifully described, Beth. I shall save this against the snow deluges that we have been promised!
Posted by: Dick | November 27, 2013 at 01:42 PM
Wonderful photo and words, summoning the melancholy and elation the first snow brings. (I do find Montréalers are usually well-prepared, compared to my former city, where students stubbornly refused winter footwear, each picking his or her way over snowbanks in running shoes.)
Posted by: Duchesse | November 27, 2013 at 03:55 PM
That is so beautiful, Beth. Hope you have a happy Thanksgiving.
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Posted by: iewnhjrvys | November 27, 2013 at 09:26 PM
I love the poplars singing themselves to sleep. The whole post is lovely. I hope your quiet thanksgiving was happy.
Posted by: Peter | November 28, 2013 at 09:01 PM
None here yet. As for preparedness, people in the UK always think of the US and Canada (and other countries with similar climates) being far better prepared than we are. We get enough to warrant measures being taken to cope but not enough to justify massive investment in coping strategies!
Posted by: Dominic | November 30, 2013 at 04:35 AM
I loved your feelings expressed in words today Beth. Thank-you.
Posted by: Kathryn | November 30, 2013 at 06:54 PM