Let It Snow

I just saw the most beautiful thing ever.

Troubled and intrigued by the pink light, I approached my window - why would it be so bright outside at 2 am?

Unless it snows.

And it snowed.

A truly snowy Christmas.

Quite unlike the last year’s one. Quite opposite to what we are used to in here.

So I waited for something,

And something died.

So I waited for nothing,

And nothing arrived.

This beautiful snow is almost like Dean Martin’s manifestation you can hear from station to station:

«Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.»

But we didn't wait for it. I didn't. But it was happening in front of my eyes: big beautiful white flakes reflecting dim street lights as they were falling, reflecting their gentle warm glow.

Warm glow in the cold snow falling from the sky and covering the Earth.

The impermanence. This is why we like snow? It melts. It falls. It is almost instant, yet, when it happens, most of get excited. Even for a second.

Yugen. Let it snow. Let it pass. Enjoy it. Watch it pass. Admire it's beauty while it is.

Let. it.