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Still , when he eventually left , he felt hope in something within his disappointment that she had n't returned . He was n't quite sure what the nature of this hopefulness was . Like lightning flashing once to which the unaccustomed eye blinks twice it pierced darkness and restored faith in forces beyond mortal knowledge . Like the refracting rays of the sun coruscating at 5:00 onto the Chao Phrya River in round wild and random organisms of light before motor-gondolas and barges , so he felt that something brief but beautiful had happened to him and that the residue of it would always stay with him . Born in boredom and anguish at seeing snow fall while doing her dishes in front of the kitchen window , delivered meals , disposable plates , and throw-away silverware of plastic came into being . They had seemed at first to her the perfect tools to minimize discontent . Then she kept the drapes shut at all times to keep from seeing the snow .