06/01/2026
I wonder at the resonance of snow.
We have been adorned with a heavy dusting of the peaceful substance here in Suffolk, and this morning as I trudged the frosted landscapes, I felt the snow connect me with those who have walked these lands before me in a way that felt so very real. Snow is, after all, a transient reweaving and re-patterning of water, itself a substance of memory, of crystalline intelligence. Frost, snow, and ice draw us back to a time when others moved through their lives across these same lands, when these very structures of water held the lives of other beings.
And here, in the whitened silence, I wonder, at the physical form of this substance, at its angles and intricacies, at its paradoxical ability to be both reflective and absorbing. How it so beautifully muffles the low buzz-hum of technology, allowing us to feel back to a time when there was far more silence, and far less buzzing. Perhaps that temporal connection held within this transient landscape takes us back to a time of less electromagnetic noise in the air. Perhaps that is why we feel such peace and silence in the snow, the rare and magical substance which envelops us all in a timeless sense and sound of silence.