Falling Faintly

"His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead."

I love this last line of the Dubliners...and I love the snow, all that it lights on and the stillness that it settles into as it falls. I feel dramatic, uncharacteristically silly, and I swooned as soon as I saw this past Thursday morning. I am from the South and when snow falls, I am impressed. It feels like magic. Alex, however, is from New York and is not impressed. At all. What, to me, is most certainly God dust and makes all things appear as though this moment must be the masterpiece of winter's design, is to Alex just cold. It's like cold crumbs.

I thought it was worth starting another blog about. Cold crumbs, or divine dust, the snow has been here and i wish it would come back. Camilla, my friend from Streets days, came and visited us this weekend. We saw Washington, DC, and then spent much of the weekend just laughing and hanging out in Charlottesville. I still miss Memphis dearly.

Here are some shots of our neighborhood in the snow.