“The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.” ~ Patricia Hampl
The snow came Wednesday. It swirled against the windows, time and again, as if it wanted to draw attention to itself. Large flakes of tiny ice crystals. It was melting snow yet it piled itself up in the streets as if it hadn’t heard about the laws of nature.
All magical creatures seem to manifest in a frozen tableau only to perish by the red flames of the sun.
“Promise to stay wild with me. We’ll seek and return and stay and find beauty and the extraordinary in all the spaces we can claim. We´ll know how to live. How to breathe magic into the mundane.” By Victoria Erickson
“Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.
leaving you, not really belonging to either, not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent, not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing that turns to a star each night and climbs-
leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads) your own life, timid and standing high and growing, so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out, one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.”
Sunset by Rainer Maria Rilke is a favourite poem of mine ✨✨✨