After the white
I had never seen snow before I moved to the plains.
I didn’t know something so light, bright, soft, and fluffy
could bring so much darkness in the night
I didn’t know that there was a certain kind of wind,
that when it blew,
you could feel in your bones
I didn’t know that the prairie,
when being tossed about in a blizzard,
could be such a frightening and desolate place… enveloped in the screaming white
I have come to believe that after a storm, when everything is so hushed and so bright...
during the still
during the calm
that it is actually the world holding its breath
"Is it over?
... are we done now?"
~E.G.
I wrote this piece envisioning the silence after a snow storm as the world peeking out, seeing if the worst has past. To me, the quiet blanket of snow that finally settles after a howler is a period of quiet relief and peace.