Snowfur Tm Today

— J.

When you look up, the sky isn’t dark. It is a deep, bruised lavender. The snowflakes tumble out of that void like a grandmother shaking out a goose-down comforter. They land on your sleeve, and for one miraculous second, you can see the crystalline architecture—the tiny, fractal trees of ice—before they dissolve into your body heat. snowfur tm

I’ve started calling it .