Lost In A White Night
February 12, 2010 § 39 Comments
I am in winter wonderland.
No, do not ask me about chugging traffic, scurrying pedestrians and day to day life. Talk to me about deserted white lands. Where howling winds rake white from the ground, where the white skies rain plumes of snow. Have you taken a walk in the still fury of a white night? I did, and I cannot get over it.
These images from yesterday would not leave me. Pardon me, as I take a pause to revel in my memories.
I heard the whispering winds gather some mist
Just yesterday, I was walking alone on a bridge.
How capable the weather is of changing the face of a city! No small-talk to me, this.
Yesterday, it painted this city white. Shopkeepers worked round the clock to keep the snow off their sidewalks and the city spent lavishly to shovel away every falling inch of snow.
It was desolate white streets that I craved. So I wandered away to where the snow was. Over the ground, on the trees and nothing in between, but soft shreds of light.
“Hark!” said the Snow to the Night,
When I perched myself on a shimmering hill
Amidst the white bowing trees.
Some kindred souls walked along with me,
They were where the lights were.
“How far to the rabbit hole?”
They laughed at me and passed,
As I mused at them solemnly.
I remember wishing I could survive the cold all night long. Stay.
And now I wonder if it was just me, or would you have felt the same too?