This morning, the snow on the trees looks just like cotton on a hot, blue-sky summer day.
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| 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.
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Journal: Can you think of a good comparison that brings some joy?
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That is a beautiful picture! I can only imagine how very cold it must be to allow that to happen though!
At first I thought it was blossom – the sky is so blue.
On the way home from school today, I told my girls, “I'm sad to see the branches on the ground.” They agreed. But they also had a blast all weekend playing in the cotton that caused it.