Your Thoughts Take Shape Through Snow
T
his morning, the window of Bob's Java Hut puts me in mind of the opening lines of Louis MacNeice's poem "Snow":
The room was suddenly rich and the great bay
-window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddener than we fancy it.
Photo: Francesca DiPiazza
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