Not knowing what, but something about the “slow, unambitious man”, kindles a warm flame in Ann’s mind; one that she must protect from the blizzard. With now “mile-deep” distance between them and the “encroaching chill” creeping into her spine, Ann is able to grasp the reality that she is left alone with her thoughts and “the ever-lurking silence”. In order to distract herself from the “frozen silence”, she takes this opportunity to paint, leaving her less time to “brood”. The “white”, flawless paint with a tint of “turpentine” appears to be merely a coat to cover the problems between Ann and John that to a great extent both refuse to admit. Despite her doubt of what another coat of paint can do, Ann paints the door “[precisely]” reassuring herself that she’s a “fool” for letting the “[bitterness]” come over her and that the issues between her and John needed simply a matter of time. She hopes, with every stroke of the brush, that the “white paint” might revive the purity in their marriage. As the storm outside begins to turn into “snakelike little tongues of snow”, Ann’s thoughts begin to
Not knowing what, but something about the “slow, unambitious man”, kindles a warm flame in Ann’s mind; one that she must protect from the blizzard. With now “mile-deep” distance between them and the “encroaching chill” creeping into her spine, Ann is able to grasp the reality that she is left alone with her thoughts and “the ever-lurking silence”. In order to distract herself from the “frozen silence”, she takes this opportunity to paint, leaving her less time to “brood”. The “white”, flawless paint with a tint of “turpentine” appears to be merely a coat to cover the problems between Ann and John that to a great extent both refuse to admit. Despite her doubt of what another coat of paint can do, Ann paints the door “[precisely]” reassuring herself that she’s a “fool” for letting the “[bitterness]” come over her and that the issues between her and John needed simply a matter of time. She hopes, with every stroke of the brush, that the “white paint” might revive the purity in their marriage. As the storm outside begins to turn into “snakelike little tongues of snow”, Ann’s thoughts begin to