[He trails off, trying to figure out how to explain it with the music of the spheres still playing on at the back of his mind.]
Winter is a school of contradictions. It's cold, yes, but sharp and biting usually. That's the easiest way to summon it up. But to get things like snow, or graceful flakes you need call on its power with a calm. Or not a calm, precisely, but a... I don't know what you would call it. A sense of wonder? That... that feeling of a winter morning, after the snow's fallen in the night and you wake up to the fields and trees just glistening under clear skies. It's a warmth layered over the cold, somehow, but not enough to melt it.
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[He trails off, trying to figure out how to explain it with the music of the spheres still playing on at the back of his mind.]
Winter is a school of contradictions. It's cold, yes, but sharp and biting usually. That's the easiest way to summon it up. But to get things like snow, or graceful flakes you need call on its power with a calm. Or not a calm, precisely, but a... I don't know what you would call it. A sense of wonder? That... that feeling of a winter morning, after the snow's fallen in the night and you wake up to the fields and trees just glistening under clear skies. It's a warmth layered over the cold, somehow, but not enough to melt it.
[He rubs his forehead, leaning against the wall.]
Am I making any sense?