when the rain falls
and the air is cold enough for it to turn into ice when it lands
my windows become a playground for light and shape and colour
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9 comments:
Exquisite images Steven. Cold it may be but there is always the magic of ice.
I love the way you see, and this:
"a playground for light and shape and colour"
weaver . . .once i let winter into me and i let myself into winter, there's a very fragile very beautiful playground waiting to be played in. steven
hello arian!!! i'm glad you enjoy being here . . . steven
such simple beauty. yes, we have to let it in or what? it goes unrecognized.
xo
erin
Quite evocative - wonderful textures. I love the blurred blue!
Wow. Isn't that such a great word? So nicely all encompassing - how else to describe the almost holy effect of beauty shared?
Your blog header makes me think of that magical clearing Toni Morrison wrote about in Beloved. The place where souls gather to feel safe and experience divinity, joy, laughter.
So beautiful! No wonder the Norse considered ice to be one of the elements, distinct from water. Wow!
I have always had a mind of winter.
Sadly, this year, even in a light winter, it has taken much more work to let her in. Normally, I would call to her all year long to return.
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