.... heilige Nacht. That I can't say with any certainty, but the snow that came this late December to Berlin brought an undoubted peace with it. Looking out of my window late evening the picture presented before me held such a stillness, a complex and infinite dance of moment and mayhem played before me. The snow twisting in silent swirls of petticoat lace too remote to crave but so deep and close as the deepest depths of forgotten pockets newly explored. It held me suspended for how long I do not know but now I recall scenes from the film - Powaqqatsi - from Godfrey Reggio that had the same endless stillness in motion. This is all a rather long way round to saying I could only eventually step outside and sink myself into the very same darkness. It's corney to say but if there is any such thing as a church, in the real meaning of the word, then the all absorbing silence under those heavy stained dark skies was the ceilling of such.
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