#wang zu

The snow grew in force, smothering the trees, the ground and the rocks in thick white coat after thick white coat. It made the trees become bulkier, the ground vanish without trace, and the rocks fade from solidity into fuzziness. Even the small stream that runs through the village ceased its usual babbling, going silent beneath the ice. The snow took over each square foot quickly and efficiently, as if carrying out some long-planned attack. The land, transformed and silenced, belonged to the snow now. But the earth beneath seemed unconcerned, content to be wrapped in its blanket and dream deep white dreams. And as I thought these thoughts my own humble cabin seemed even more remote, alone in this endless expanse.