"It's cold enough for snow," I heard a woman utter as we walked home from church earlier that day. The snow hasn't come yet. I wonder when it will. I don't relish the prospect of driving in it, but that doesn't lessen the excitement I feel at the thought of a proper snowfall soon.
We walk out to winter, treading grit into the pavement with each footstep. Moth grinds it beneath his feet, sliding with every step. He is unnerved by the thin sheet of ice that has formed across the surface of the puddles. He wasn't expecting them to break when he jumped in them.
I woke one night to a commotion outside my bedroom window, and looked out to see festive lights had been fastened to the lamposts. Shortly afterwards, a huge Christmas tree took centre stage in the community garden, much to the delight of the children. Next weekend we will serenade the streets with carols and watch the neighbourhood glow with festive illuminations.
Lovely post , K and sorry to hear about your friend. I seriously cannot believe we are almost in December. Where are the year gone? It's been one of hills and valleys, with mental health hovering over us all the time. However there's something about the twinkle lights and the faint sound of Carols on the radio that fills my heart with hope, and joy. Much love, my friend xx
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words. I love this time of the year too, despite the cold and dark. There is so much excitement and anticipation in the air, and the carols and festivities really lift the spirits xxx
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