Snow and Grace

snow and grace 2I am in the North for a family visit. My elderly parents manage their simple life with a grace that humbles me. They could be threatened by the simplest acts. My minor setbacks would be their calamities: a fall, the flu, a minor accident driving to the store. Today they were mirthful and sweet and I could not decide if they were revisiting childhood or auditioning to become angels.

Last month, I wrote a review of the movie “Amour,” an intense look at a couple managing change after half a century of life together (they managed it as one). Since I am not a filmmaker, but more a writer, I would display what I witness here, in the North, with the images formed of words, and my title would be “Grace.”
It is supposed to snow tonight.

Perhaps part of the same storm system that brought a rogue snow to the desert yesterday has been moving steadily northeast. Here and for them, snow changes things. What was for most in the Phoenix area a mere amusement is here a catalyst.

I can only convey my mood in images formed of words, and I imagine the red brick house, a mere silhouette in the thickest hours of the night. An amber half-moon is a lidded eye through the clouds as the first flakes arrive.

Soon there is no border between heaven and earth. Downy fluffs of sky twirl and float and settle upon the houses, the flora and the land around them. Before dawn, all is covered in innocence. We awaken to white.

Snow, like grace, falls from heaven and floats to earth.

Here, it changes things.


[Those who have read it may know that Joyce’s short story ‘The Dead,” considered by many the finest short story in the language, ends with a paragraph about the snow, and the last line ends with snow “falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead..” Snow at night has a haunting quality.]

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