the room was suddenly rich…
February 6, 2012 § Leave a comment
Yesterday we woke up on a friend’s floor in a room at the top of a big warm house down a narrow lane in the middle of nowhere. The sky was white and the land was covered in snow – bare trees and crows startling black against it – everything monochrome and quiet and beautiful.
We took our hangovers outside and built snow-folk in the yard, laughed a lot, got very cold, and then came inside and ate a huge fry-up with big mugs of tea. Blooming marvellous. (There is a childish joy in building a snowman So Big You Need A Ladder To Do The Face!)
Oh yes, and read this poem. It is glorious.