“The mass of anything is made of round, cushy atoms hanging together like strangers, waiting for a noon bus. Precarious solids are worrisome.” (From “Half Life” by my favourite YouTube poet, tinySpectacle).

I like these two images.  One of the “strada bianca” after the snow plough and the second, taken at the same time, of the cloud formation overhead.  Who’s imitating whom?  A reflection perhaps?  Or simply a coincidence, like the one that finds us here this particular winter.