That certain slant of light...

I've been feeling under the weather (as well as oppressed by the weather!) the last few days, so I'm letting Emily Dickinson speak on my behalf today.  I had fun playing with the special effects on PicMonkey's photo editing site--all photos are from my front and backyard yesterday.  I think all of us that are enduring this prolonged cold spell and all the snow understand Emily's observation...

That oppresses, like the Heft

Of Cathedral Tunes —

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us —

We can find no scar,

But internal difference,

Where the Meanings, are —

None may teach it — Any —

’Tis the Seal Despair —

An imperial affliction

Sent us of the Air —

Shadows — hold their breath —

When it goes, ’tis like the Distance

On the look of Death