it's just a hollerin' snow

well, not really. right now everything looks a little smudged, like someone bumped into god with the light gray paint brush in his hand. the painted metal of the cars in the parking lot looks super imposed on the distant disorder of green, yellow, orange, burgundy, and brown. how can a chorus of such resonant colors be so quiet? i reckon it could be my vision is failing. either way, it's beautiful.