Saturday, December 4, 2010

time to find the perfect tree...

 
"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. In goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing sea,..."
image here via:shinyslingback reblogged thegreyghost

4 comments:

hila said...

that is such a gorgeous moving image!

secret, fragile skies said...

Thanks, Hila. I loved it!

Giulia said...

Lovely, as always. xo

vicki archer said...

Beautiful.....and just perfect for now....xv