And then in the night the world was erased, a sheet of white across the top of everything, hiding the features of the earth from the gods that lurk beyond the sky.
When I woke this morning the world was covered in the blankness of snow. The soft features of trees, cars and houses all buried under a blanket of gentle wet. Still undisturbed by the passage of man, and falling freshly from the sky, the snow reminds us of the dirt we track across the world.
As the day woke up and people started to filter out into their lives the white shifted from pure to grey, melting obscenely into slush and soaking the passersby in an attempt to return the earth to it’s cold slumber.