There be many shapes of mystery,
and many things God makes to be,
past hope or fear,
and the end men looked for cometh not,
and a path is there where no one sought.
so hath it fallen here.
--Euripides
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Last Friday, there was a wall of darkness stretched across the interstate. The difference was night and day. I was driving in bright sunshine, and it was as if Saruman was perched on some hill nearby magicking a fey storm onto the road. I entered the roiling clouds and visibility was null. Snow roared everywhere--it was like some cosmic dandruff party. Then just as quickly as I entered the darkness of snow, I drove into bright sunshine again. The effect was uncanny.
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