Sunday, 5 December 2010

Living in Narnia

The Snow created a magical silence,'white whisper.' A wonder in this age. The air space above my house was quieted. No overhead drone from unseen aircraft bearing heavy loads to distant foreign lands. Little or no bird song was heard as these tiny creatures conserved energy looking for morsels of food that weren’t buried deep beneath impenetrable cover. No motor bikes whined up the main road seeking freedom as their riders gather speed, racing towards the next bend. Cars didn’t venture out down our road, a slippery slope of a hill with a tight left hand turn at the bottom! The pace of life slowed to a walking pace, a soft tread underfoot cushioned by a white carpet that absorbed all sound. I found time to write – bliss. Heaven!

Where did it go?

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