Sunday, 28 November 2010

Snowfall At Dusk

At the end of a long and lonely week in which my heart hung heavily in my chest and refused to be fooled by my smiles, the snow began to fall.

It started with a white mist in the dimness of the late afternoon and developed into soft, dropping flakes just as daylight faded into dusk.

We stood by the window watching it settle on tree and canoe, grass and cement mixer, and slowly transform builders rubble with its beauty. Then we wrapped ourselves up warmly and wandered out into the wonderland to feel our souls settle under its hush and our eyes widen at its beauty.

The snow shower had finished by nightfall leaving a dusting of beauty in its wake, but its soft flakes had worked their magic and everything was transformed.

1 comment:

  1. Lovely..snow covers a multi-tude of ugliness to something beautiful...
    keep warm,stay safe