Well, it hardly ever snows in NC, but in 2000, here’s what we woke up to one fine winter day.
It seemed a more appropriate photo to accompany some lines from Dylan Thomas’ “Child’s Christmas in
"One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six..."
"...All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find... "
"...Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steady falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept. "
That was always a favorite of my mother's....
Happy Holidays, all--I'm heading down to see family for a few days, and spending Christmas in Georgia.