Tuesday, 21 December 2010


Snow reflecting moonlight bright like day. The clouds are white, one section of blueish light towards the horizon. Moonshadows fall across the sparkling ground. The sound of melting - water slowly dripping, ice losing its grip and falling, crunching. Tomorrow much of the precarious balancing stacks will have fallen from the branches and shrubbery will be green and brown again. Spells the end of the magic.


ELLIE said...

I have been wishing I were there to see the magic of snow covered London (I always miss it!).  Happy Xmas, Harriet!

scottsabode said...

I love your word pictures!

harriet said...

Merry Christmas to you as well!