Tuesday 21 December 2010

3am

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.

3 comments:

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

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  2. scottsabode8:37 pm

    I love your word pictures!

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  3. harriet9:39 pm

    Merry Christmas to you as well!

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