We were in the belly button of one Winter Storm Gianna, with low temperature records sliding down her alabaster belly, and we too deep in hibernation ourselves to worship her beauty.
It was water's indolent night, the roadways erased in the land, called into blankness, and our stares were sleep-deprived, haggard, some annoyed, petulent and our wonder, our wonder.
"I have seen our river when the landscape being covered with snow, both snow and ice were almost green as grass. Some consider blue to be the color of pure water, whether liquid or solid, but looking directly into our waters from a boat, they are seen to be different colors. Walden is blue at one time and green at another, even from the same point of view." -Henry David Thoreau.
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