I guess I try to write such sketches in order to behold and hold a sense of the Great Goal, ...that which quietly 'visits' us, where we open- where we allow it,... ...all the way from the future Resolution.

...yes.

'...there was a public house on the way evidently, the local congregation used its basement. We stayed there. Twice, the bartender fed us the preceding night's scraps In the morning of the third day, an odd silence hovered above: rising…

What if the snow and its wonder involved an environmental 'imutation' or - at least - a beautiful metaphor for the great, gentle, quiet, thorough meeting... ...of the greatest, silent need.