Last night’s snow left the ground covered with a heavy dusting, perhaps three-quarters of an inch of white powder. The contrast between the brilliant white snow and the dark browns and greens of the trees and ground and the rocks protruding from the earth is stark. It’s as if nature is emphasizing the distinction between light and dark, white and black, life and death. The stunning beauty and dead quiet of snow contrasts so sharply with the ugliness and shrieking pain that is frigid cold weather’s alter-ego. I would hate being trapped outside at this moment, even amid the beauty.

I would not, could not, think of the snow and the contrasting light and dark tones as beautiful were I imprisoned by the cold. A dusting of snow and the dark trunks of trees against a backdrop of pure white would take on an entirely different meaning for me if I were not warm in my house, peering at what nature wrought from a comfortable vantage point. That’s a contrast we might be wise to acknowledge as we look with appreciation at the soft contrasts between light and dark outside our windows.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
This entry was posted in Just Thinking. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Contrast

  1. Thank you, sir, I am glad you did.

  2. jserolf says:

    I enjoyed this one!!!

I wish you would tell me what you think about this post...

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.