This morning, the snow on the trees looks just like cotton on a hot, blue-sky summer day.
|Cotton or Snow?|
I love the way the mind works by analogy and association. I know the beauty of this tree branch because of what it approximates: it’s like something else. Is this what it means to learn? Is this what it means to make sense of something?
I know it’s freezing out here. I know the branch icily traps this snow. There’s nothing cotton about it.
But turning this snow into cotton for a moment brought some joy to the day.
Journal: Can you think of a good comparison that brings some joy?