The black asphalt walking path around the Yantis Loop is like a dark canvas waiting for the artistic touch of snowflakes. Typically the snowfall will simply drop a white blanket that covers everything, but in some spots, where trees catch a few flakes, the path will look like a monochromatic, negative image of a drip painting by Jackson Pollock.
The effect is mesmerizing, as the mind whirs in its attempt to impose order on the chaos and seeks to find patterns and images in the randomness. It’s like laying on your back on a sultry summer’s day, staring at clouds and seeing shapes and faces.
I much prefer laying (sic) on my back looking at a summer sky! As Grandma Webner used to say, “bundle up”.