Multiplicity – a very large number (the simple definition) – from Merriam-Webster
A snowstorm quietly moved through western Pennsylvania earlier this week, sifting fine wet snow onto the garden and woods, snow that clung to every branch, leaf, and twig. An early morning foray outside revealed a magical wonderland, a multiplicity of shapes and forms delicately outlined in white.
The first inch of snow melted on pavement, outlining stepping stones.
An oak leaf on the driveway became a pillow of white against the black asphalt.
Bronze leaves still clinging to branches held small tufts and caps of snow.
A loose hedge of forsythia was transformed into an ethereal cloud.
Ornamental grasses stood tall, capturing snow crystals in their curved inflorescences.
The straight lines of a bench echoed the bold trunks of trees.
The lower garden became a study in curves made up of a million tiny lines of black and white. I became lost in the looking, entranced by an endless multiplicity of growth and life stripped down to its skeletal beauty. Winter suddenly became as beautiful as any fair day in May.
What an amazing world we live in! A complex harmony of shape and form and line that changes from day to day, season to season, beautiful without measure.
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