the snow

when i was younger the snow was just a dream. i think it snowed once in 1986. supposedly that was an El Niño year or, more simply put, a year of exceptional cold. I was almost amazed at the possibility of ice falling from the sky. But even more so I was amazed at the possibility of ice going all the way from the sky to the ground, touching it, bringing it to it's own listless temperature and finally sticking and laying on the ground. It made me think of the world as a giant hourglass that would slowly begin to fill all white and silent.
So that was it, that was the attractive, the sky, in some places, and at certain times, tried to reach to the surface of the earth making the world just one substance: in unison, whole, still and white.