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[arliss]

I awoke to the sound of water dripping, everywhere dripping. Until I looked out the window--after finding my glasses--I was unsure if the sound was more sleet or rain falling, or meltwater. It's meltwater. And about an hour ago the sun came out to spark diamonds from every crystalline twig and grass blade. Now, I can hardly see the sun, or the trees a few yards away. Sun and meltwater have joined to raise a thick fog. It muffles the sound of ice chunks breaking away and slithering, falling to the ground, and the rill and trickle of water seeking the lowest point it can reach.

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[sail-aweigh.livejournal.com]

I love days like that! There's something so warming about them. Not from the heat, which may be only just enough to melt things, not enough to really feel it, but from the way the mist and the melt seems to wind you up in cotton wool and it's all snuggly feeling. It makes me feel like a caterpillar in a cocoon metamorphisizing into something spectacular and I can't wait for the fog to dissipate to see what I will emerge as. Reawoken to a different world in soul, if not in body.