She could not fathom the hexagonal miracle of snowflakes formed from clouds, crystallized fern and feather that tumble down to light on a coat sleeve, white stars melting even as they strike. How did such force and beauty come to be in something so small and fleeting and unknowable?”
Eowyn Ivey, The Snow Child
This weekend’s foot of snow has given the Michigan landscape a white frosting, but the ephemeral nature of our weather ensures that its presence will be fleeting. Before it disappears, come walk with me across an icy stream and along a woodland trail.
April 23 traditionally marks William Shakespeare’s birthday. Belatedly, from Romeo and Juliet, one of my favorite passages.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night,
Give me my Romeo. And when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.