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Dancing Magic
I woke up late yesterday. Indulged in some lazing around, the bum that I am. Then saw through a slit in the curtains that just outside, only half a centimetre of glass away, one of winter's rare blessings. Fat snowflakes swirled lazily on eddies of wind, chasing each other around branches and joining their fallen relatives on the ground. Pure magic; of course not as fantastical as St Petersburg was that long-ago December, but certainly far more satisfying than a meagre pinch of Sherbornian snow.
The snow had considerably lessened by the time I met JJ by the statue at Whitworth Park, but as we strolled around enjoying his first proper snow (aww, bless!) the sky was very obliging. There's something about the very even, crystalline light of snowfall that makes everything stand out so crisp and fragile, and utterly beautiful. Helps one treasure these simple, eternal, fleeting moments in life.
Couldn't help but recall the time Eun-Jung, Rosy, Taz and I had in Russia on that brilliant history trip. Simply had to let the snowflakes fall and slide off my hair, despite the cold. Strange, doing exactly the same thing we did in that beautiful monastery outside Moscow, knowing that we're all scattered now. But here's a smile - for the past friendships that were given their own time, and for the promise of the future.
So as we look up into infinity and the answers to our aching questions,
Remember, not to bury our hearts and forgotten dreams in the lonely cold.
And truly believe that every bump that upset the momentum, every occasion we got trodden upon, made for an interesting road through life after all.
The snow had considerably lessened by the time I met JJ by the statue at Whitworth Park, but as we strolled around enjoying his first proper snow (aww, bless!) the sky was very obliging. There's something about the very even, crystalline light of snowfall that makes everything stand out so crisp and fragile, and utterly beautiful. Helps one treasure these simple, eternal, fleeting moments in life.
Couldn't help but recall the time Eun-Jung, Rosy, Taz and I had in Russia on that brilliant history trip. Simply had to let the snowflakes fall and slide off my hair, despite the cold. Strange, doing exactly the same thing we did in that beautiful monastery outside Moscow, knowing that we're all scattered now. But here's a smile - for the past friendships that were given their own time, and for the promise of the future.
So as we look up into infinity and the answers to our aching questions,
Remember, not to bury our hearts and forgotten dreams in the lonely cold.
And truly believe that every bump that upset the momentum, every occasion we got trodden upon, made for an interesting road through life after all.
2 comments:
i absolutely love this post. so poetry, meaningful and pics are just so lovely. awesome!
aww thanks honey, didn't know u actually read my blog! yours is really nice n colourful!
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