Walking home, I looked at our tracks and felt that somehow we had ruined the snow's perfection, just as I was sure that we we got into the apartment, paw prints would sully the kitchen's white tiles.
And then I thought of these lines from Leonard Cohen's "Anthem", which I'd never really appreciated until I saw him live:
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
The unblemished sacrifice mandated by Leviticus is not perfection; the desire to make things whole, while recognizing that they will always break, is where dawn begins.