Commonplace: Unforgiving Years, pt. 1

In honor of New York City's first real snowstorm of the season.

"A blizzard of thickly falling snowflakes, more opaque than white, held nightfall back over the airfield and gave Daria her first deep thrill. Snow, I salute you, dear whirling snow, you that soften the cold and fill the darkest of nights with intimations of lightness, blotting the pathways, making space huge, and setting the wolves to howling! You deliver me from the sands, no more desert, yesterday is simply the past. You deliver me from the rot of inaction."

Unforgiving Years by Victor Serge

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Comments

[LK]

Very nice quote. Ahhhh. To write like that.