Tuesday, 7 December 2010
It's cold around here. Ear-aching, chin-chapping, head-splitting cold. The land is held captive in the grip of a fierce frost and it's devastating, beautiful and awesome, like any force of nature.
This morning, when the world woke up it found itself transformed into a fairytale too wondrous to have ever been told.
Ice crystals hung from every surface in sight and time seemed to be frozen in a wonderland of white.
Grass blades stood in stillness, transfixed by their own brilliance, lonely pine trees found themselves transformed into tinsel-laden Christmas trees and ruby apples hung like forgotten baubles in a world where everything else was white.
As I stepped out into my garden the cold slapped my cheek and the grass groaned beneath my feet. I looked beyond the crystalline branches and dropping strands of frozen cobweb to the Christmas-card vista beyond and I noticed that the air was sparkling with glitter.
It glinted in the morning sunshine like fairy-dust.