winter

Tree imps in the fog

Walking home last night was almost like being on a beautiful film set.

 All around me, everything was twinkling with frost.

My feet crunched on the brick pavement, strangely noisy in the thick silence. A heavy fog had rolled in, like a wash of intense watercolour – china white mixed with a dab of indigo.

The street-lamps shone through the fog like gleaming beacons.

And then I looked up and saw these dancing branches – I thought they looked stunning.

And when I think of them now, I can see them morphing into leaping, giggling, gangly-limbed imps...

Pearl  

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A visit from the Snow Queen

I'm not a big fan of the cold.

 So when I saw a slew of excited posts about snow in my area on social media, I will admit to a grinch-like inward groan.

But after a few minutes, I went to my door and looked out. There was the snow – proper, fluffy, swirling chunks of it spinning down from the sky, dancing through pools of street lamp light, and falling soundlessly across all the land.

I was surprised to find myself feeling thrilled at the sight of – it really did feel like a magical visit from some kind of winter spirit.

I thought I'd share with you a picture of me as The Snow Queen. Beware strange women in the street offering you Turkish Delight!

Pearl