Yesterday it rained hard all day, washing off the little snow that was left down to the ice, the gutters being good-sized mill-brooks and the water over shoes in the middle of the road.
In the night it turned to snow, which still falls, and now covers the wet ground three or four inches deep. It is a very damp snow or sleet, perhaps mixed with rain, which the strong northwest wind plasters to that side of the trees and houses. I never saw the blue in snow so bright as this damp, dark, stormy morning at 7 A.M., as I was coming down the railroad. I did not have to make a hole in it, but I saw it some rods off in the deep, narrow ravines of the drifts and under their edges or eaves, like the serenest blue of heaven, though the sky was, of course, wholly concealed by the driving snow-storm; suggesting that in darkest storms we may still have the hue of heaven in us.
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Hi Greg--
Your book arrived a few days ago, and I spent the long weekend happily burrowing through it. I'm drafting a couple of blog posts about it, and wanted to ask you a question offline. Could you write me via www.geoffwisner.com?
to walk a mile in another mans shoes will tell us many things, i have listened to the thoughts over the dipper and it seems to me , how quick we are to judge others and point out the least failing, yet they are pleased there are no mirrors in front of them as they judge,....if a man says he was stolen from, why is he not the victim ?.
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