dichotomies, much?

walking home:
the snow is falling in the most gorgeous dust, and there's a light soft sheet, not even a blanket, over the whole street. the entire world looks brighter with the light reflecting off the white.
there's no one else around, and it seems like even my breath is echoing around me.
the snow is falling from the sky so lightly that my eyelashes are the only place i can feel them.

all i can see is the bright light white everywhere.
all i can hear is my breath, a bit halted and stuttered as i look around.
all i can feel is the snowflakes caught in my eyelashes.

and to think, not two weeks ago i was standing on the warm sands of zuma beach overlooking blue blue waters on the other side of the country.