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12/28/09 - (2)
Waves
I've seen this all before — the invasion — tens of times, possibly on a hundred occasions, in the fall, summer, spring,
Whenever a wild, rebellious, highballing squall agitates, aggravates, abrades, exaggerates the waves into an unpredictable, quick-changing frenzy,
But never have I seen it like this, not any conditions remotely resembling the chaotic, rampageous, tumultuous shiftings
Of accumulated dry-powder snow being blown, driven, flagellated, by a riled-up wind, across the lake's glacial surface —
Glistening cascades of mesmerically drifting flakes that could, save for their mercilessly white hue, be sand dervishes whirling in a furious desert storm.
Who ever would have thought it possible that a body of water so static, so somnolent, so immutable could spawn waves, in the raw depths of winter?
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