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Happy Friday eve. 

Decided to write about... snow - the thing I long for in winters. 
The thing that forces us to slow down, and maybe throws us into a mode of awe, if we let it happen.

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wonderful thought experiment for appreciating the abundant treasures of our lives 🌌

I think that's something Emerson even mentions in his essay on Nature. He uses the stars as an example, that it's in a sense crazy that they exist - yet we take them for granted. Imagine now, they'd not be always around - how would we see them then?

Ironically, people in well-lit cities would probably not even notice for a while haha

it's fascinating how snow can feel wonderful when it's rare and fleeting, and yet if i woke up to snow every single day it would probably feel just drab

A lovely read, Naomiii! I saw only a tiny bit of snow this winter. Hope to see some more.