Last night, I took a walk in the snow. It was close to midnight. As I got closer to my place I considered staying out all night, walking the city that suddenly seemed smaller - thought that if the snow I was slipping in looked like the snow at the National Cathedral and the snow at LeDroit Park then they couldn't be that far away? Like the snow was a fast plane, a secret passage, a sameness putting everything in reach.
My favorite part is the tree branches, covered in inches of white unfolding as I move under them against the clear black sky.
People are digging their cars out and walking in the middle of the street and smiling at each other.
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