Driving along Albany-Shaker Road, en route to pick up new curtains for the condo in Boston, I look out over the field to my left and see, of all things, the sun shining through a break in the clouds, surrounded by a small circle of blue sky. It is strange, to say the least, for at that same moment there was snow falling through the air, as there had been all day. I can’t remember the last time I saw snow falling through sunlight. Yes, in the falling clumps from trees, in the dislodged stuff ripped from power lines the day after – but when have you seen the snowfall associated with dark skies accompanied by a pocket of sunshine? It was both enchanting and disconcerting, a surreal moment that thrilled me in its novelty – as enchanting as it was brief – and before I could stop the car to take a picture with my phone, it had passed. Those are the secrets that make me smile. It’s never quite rendered the same in the re-telling, even if there had been pictures to prove it. But it lives inside, in the space of the soul reserved for child-like wonder and awe-invoking innocence. It’s good to witness that the universe still has the power to enthrall, the knack to surprise. It is a lovely trick indeed.
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