WHITE CATHEDRAL

As this morning in the deep and still falling snow I was driving Echo down to the station for her trip to Kyoto, when we got to the tunnel there was an electric worker there before a Road Closed sign, he said they were putting up a new telephone pole. So I had to take the other road through the cedar forest, a narrow, little traveled, very local road, not well tended, over which the snowladen cedars arched like a white cathedral as the road turned through them on the way down to another higher part of the village below. After dropping Echo off at the station I made my necessarily slow way back up the same road, with the window opened a little bit this time, stopping every now and then to listen to the whispers that filled the cathedral.