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Days Gone By.... By: Rebecca Hudson |
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Snowglobes could be viewed as a microcosm of the world in which we live - gently falling snow lands continually on our surfaces. | |
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I feel as if I'm living in a snowglobe at times. I'm not saying that's entirely a bad thing, but if this winter is anything like the winter of 2010, we all may begin to feel that way before spring arrives next year. Snowglobes could be viewed as a microcosm of the world in which we live - gently falling snow lands continually on our surfaces. We scoop it and blow it and push it and plow it and haul it away. And it is an infinite cycle, or so it seems.
The next thing you know, our world has been rattled by an unseen hand and down comes more of the white stuff. It's beautiful, I know, and mesmerizing. Transfixing at times. It's all a part of life during time of year that lasts at best, for four months and most often sidles into month five. Winter. And here we are, the tiny, powerless people in that little globe, staring up into the sky wondering when it will once again fall on our heads.
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