I remember sitting on the windowsill, a mug of green tea warming my hands. Snowflakes were deforming as soon as they formed. I have never seen white so pure, symmetry so sacred, or beauty so ephemeral.
I remember the face of the wind. Powdery snow wrapped around it and for a fleeting moment, revealed what was thought to be invisible. Snow hides as well as it shows. How does it conceal the stains of this world, that everything should look bright and blessed once more?
I remember being in a snowstorm, the wind too strong to walk with my eyes opened. The world was dark and silent, but in my heart I felt the strangest peace that can only form when God is very near.
I remember Tallinn.
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