and the season begins...




"One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six. All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands into the snow and bring out whatever I can find."



please note: photo by Estonia Tallinn, A Child's Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas

Comments

  1. So descriptive and deeply touching. I love the storms in winter. Just wish it didn't last so long.

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  2. One of your most visually beautiful posts yet. It hearkens back to something far inside me or far away, something I can't touch.

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