Alive
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
After the storm, the ice held its own, high in the trees, so that when the sun hit the otherwise naked branches the color bursts were violet, gold, the color myrrh would be, were myrrh a color.
I wore Anna Lefler's red cashmere scarf and torn jeans and three coats. My hair snapped wildly about my head. I had left no work on my desk, no Christmas package unmailed, no have-to, not anywhere, not then.
It was just me and the weather.
3 comments:
I'm always just stunned by the vision of icy branches against a navy blue sky - a gorgeous sight.
We've had plenty of ice and snow here, and I spent too long driving in it today. Unlike you, I left things undone on my desk, but whether I venture in to the office tomorrow remains to be seen.
Magnificent...
To Becca and Cuileann: More bright skies. More air.
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