Seeing tracks in the snow is kind of like catching a glimpse of someone's life. You don't know who the are, where they live, what they're like. All you know is where they were going (and their shoe size).
For me, it's almost comforting when I walk through the snow during the day. It's like I'm connected to a total stranger. We could be complete opposites personality wise, and we might hate each other if we ever met, but we both had to cut the same path through the snow that day. So we have that in common.
At night though, I feel that weird abandonment you described. It's even stronger if it's snowed recently. When the air is so muffled and quiet from the fresh snow, it really feels like you're the last person on Earth. And when there's one lonely track through the snow, well it seems like it's saying, "What are you still doing here? Don't you know everyone's left you behind?"
It's a tough feeling to describe, but I really like your house metaphor. It kind of feels like you're intruding on the silence sometimes, too, like being in the house you described.
IIN to get this strange feeling when looking at traces in the snow?
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Seeing tracks in the snow is kind of like catching a glimpse of someone's life. You don't know who the are, where they live, what they're like. All you know is where they were going (and their shoe size).
For me, it's almost comforting when I walk through the snow during the day. It's like I'm connected to a total stranger. We could be complete opposites personality wise, and we might hate each other if we ever met, but we both had to cut the same path through the snow that day. So we have that in common.
At night though, I feel that weird abandonment you described. It's even stronger if it's snowed recently. When the air is so muffled and quiet from the fresh snow, it really feels like you're the last person on Earth. And when there's one lonely track through the snow, well it seems like it's saying, "What are you still doing here? Don't you know everyone's left you behind?"
It's a tough feeling to describe, but I really like your house metaphor. It kind of feels like you're intruding on the silence sometimes, too, like being in the house you described.