The Pall of the Pristine Snow
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Guest Writer
Susan Mayes, Fayetteville, AR, January 10, 2025
If only the pall of the pristine snow could gently cover the ashes created by the turbulent fires in Southern California.
As I awaken in the Boston Mountains on the Ozark Plateau to the perfectly silent and crisp morning air, I am amazed at what loveliness the snow can bring to our landscape. Millions upon millions of tiny fluffy flakes have created this vast sea of white. The trees look like designer-painted trees, with every branch visible to the eye as the precipitation creates a clinging outline of what we don’t see when the trees are fully dressed with leaves. I wish I could paint the many shades of gray, white, and even a blueness of the scene, but alas, I will have to rely on my memory of this beauty.
Above all, I wish angels could magically lift this mass pall of snow and cover the ash remains of property lost by wildfire. The people of Los Angeles, the “City of Angels,” need our prayers of hope and restoration. Our Mother Earth has been trying to tell us something for many years: we must be awake and follow science and solutions to avoid these tragedies caused by us, the caretakers of God’s creation.
I pine for your loss, neighbors, and pray for the containment of fire and the calming of the winds. My hope is that you will once again relish in the multiple shades of blue of the Pacific Ocean and the vastness of the sea and its restoring waters…Peace be with you.
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