Priscilla Atkins

FEBRUARY 2006 The Center of Snow There is a silence in the beauty of the universe which is like a noise when compared with the silence of God. Simone Weil After a week of latticework clouds, tipped flower pots, my own sorry lot-- the world felt pressed down, spread thin, nowhere to begin or end, a hopeless seeking-- finally, this afternoon, the snow begins. Thick and fast it comes. All at once, roofs and road go white; my shoulders let…