Posts Tagged ‘Winter’

 

a feeling for snow

 

I have come to think of December as the Dark Month  

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not just because of the difference between a Winter December and a Summer December, but because it is really incredibly dark. Day seems to last about fifteen minutes, and mostly that is overcast day. You get up in the dark and go for an afternoon coffee in the dark. But this is only an observation. Not a complaint..

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because I have been in love with winter forever.

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it is not that there is no light, but that light in this dark month is always subtle, diffuse, exquisitely elusive. The land, covered in snow, is often brighter than the sky. This is not a light that illuminates or demands. This is a hesitant, tentative light that allows infinite delicate reflection.

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i love when snow falls thickly enough to blanket the world, turning the forest black and white and grey; the way the city turns sepia coloured, and the way snow swallows sound. I am enchanted by that particular silence that comes when it snows, as if the world is holding its breath. It feels to me as if the world has turned into a metaphor. Everything feels significant.

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…and the COLD…

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I remember once, in Prague, when it was 9 degrees below … continue reading

 

days like this

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today in the shower I had the overpowering conviction that my editor hates me

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photo by Adelaide Stolba

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it is one of those days.

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it started out with me pulling the plug on my poet. Not on his life support system, though he might beg to differ, but on his computer. While he was working. Had been working for an hour on something that had required a lot of swearing and pacing and snacking. For a quiet man he is a very dramatic person to watch writing. Sometimes he rocks like one of those poor distressed zoo animals. But he was very still when I pulled the plug because his old computer battery won’t hold a charge. It goes off immediately when it is unplugged. I experienced a fraught moment of horror after which I had to suppress the urge to blame him for having both identical power plugs on the table when I have asked him a thousand times to use mine. Which he was doing. Only with both there how did I know what was plugged into what? But you can’t blame the victim so I grovelled and he was nice about it, which made me feel bad for yelling at him for eating the yogurt I brought our daughter for an afternoon snack.

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by Adelaide Stolba

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i cannot sit beside him after this. I feel too guilty and annoyed. And I am meant … continue reading