Tag Archives: cold

It’s still cold

Water pipes slamming, cranking out icy fury: I know how they feel.

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In the bleak midwinter

I would like, if it will, for time to freeze, stand still so that breath becomes redundant, superfluous steam in the empty air. The beauty of the snow falls on a bleak, not a meek heart, burning with cold fire … Continue reading

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Seven below

One from the archives for a chilly day This morning, on the school run, even the sun did not want to rise, lounging fatly in the treetops, red and round, heavily globular, a frozen popsicle on a bare tree stick. … Continue reading

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