Saturday, January 22, 2011

COMPENSATION FOR THE COLD...

Three a.m this January morning...

Brightness drew me to the windows on the west side of my house.

The glow of moonlight on the ice-bound creek gleamed back at me like polished silver, and moonlight traced itself along the snow-glazed trunks of trees.

At the roof edge of my house, icicles grown tall from weeks of unrelenting cold were filled with moonlight; they shone into my eyes like crystal chandeliers.

The cold night had its compensations; I didn't curse it.

Three degrees and growing colder...