A new arrival



The last time she was here, eight months ago, I was ambivalent about her.  She was like a guest who had overstayed, someone whose company you adored but wished would leave while you still longed for more. I was, on that occasion, waiting for her cousin Spring.

9 thoughts on “A new arrival

    1. Yes. Once I noticed this I started putting numbers in the post itself, to indicate that there is something that will follow “1”.

  1. “But Snow has a peculiar quality: she renews everything she touches. I begin to see things I’d never noticed, as lines and shapes emerge out of nowhere.” Exactly! That’s why I love winter, and don’t really consider it a season of death.

    1. “That’s why I love winter, and don’t really consider it a season of death.”

      Dave, it’s not the season, it’s just in my mind these days. Inexplicable.

  2. yeah…it reminds me of my first experience of snowfall on my birthday….years ago in one tiny town near shimla. it felt as if some painter was clearing the canvas of all colours just to draw the prettiest picture ever. winter by far is the best of the times in a year.

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