Month: January 2013

like ghosts in the night

      ;A strange luminosity breaches through the windows and awakes the shadows hiding amongst the walls. She wakes up at last, and the moment she opens her eyes she recognises the inescapable pastiness of that light. There is no other light like that. She lifts the curtain slightly to take a peek, but she knows what she will be finding on the other side of her window. And there they are. She sees them even before she finishes lifting the muslin: snowflakes that fall inexorable and unforgiving, huge, soft and doughy and heavy, as if spoonfuls of barely frozen milk, piling themselves up, one snowflake after the other and all over every thing, the garden and its low walls, the ledges of windows, rooftops, the street, the trees and shrubs, and enveloping everything in a robe white with water and moonlight. The wind has everything in an endless, headless twirl. Everything but the snow, as certain and safe as it is in its diagonal fall, much too heavy to enter the dance. She …