On my last morning in Kyoto, I ducked out to Sanjusangendo, the temple with 1001 statutes. They are gold and it is stunning, however photos are prohibited so for my eyes only.
It snowed heavily as I strolled the grounds and the garden was more stunning than usual as a result.
There is a magic to the dusting of whiteness and the thick, large snowflakes falling all around me. Nathaniel Hawthorne once wrote of that the "feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight" and it's such an apt description.
I am curious that lots of languages have many words for snow but English only has one, while it snows heavily in so many English speaking countries...do our lack of words limit our thoughts or does our lack of thought limit our words?
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