Peter Newton

Snow from Arizona

The kind that hypnotizes you with the slow back and forth of each flake falling under its own weight until you become one with that movement like steering a dusty red convertible on a long stretch of road in the desert southwest and there's not a thing moving out there but the slow back and forth of the wheel under your wrist, and the steady optical illusion of heat rolling off the black asphalt ahead like its some kind of wave you're riding and no one can possibly tell how much you love an adventure unless they were to look into your eyes right now scanning the sky taking in every last snowflake falling slow as what's happening right in front of you inside this snow globe I thought you'd like for your collection.

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