Sunday, February 1, 2009

Candlemas

Cotton wool balls of snow rush towards the windscreen. The wind whips up the flakes on the road surface into swirling, dancing patterns. White snakes, says B. He drives fast, even in this weather. Oncoming headlights dazzle, dip and disappear behind us.

To the west a hill curves on the horizon. A line of trees on its summit, stripped of leaves, fine drawn shapes against the last vestiges of daylight. The silhouettes are so distinct that even at this distance I fancy I can see individual twigs and the discreet, tumescent buds of spring.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Lovely. Oh, spring! sigh.

Everydaythings said...

relief that spring is in sight!

Sky said...

ahhh, spring and buds. my heart skips a beat!

Relatively Retiring said...

How interesting: others see spring, I see risky driving conditions. But then I'm sitting here, on the other side of the hill amid whirling snow and frozen road surfaces! Spring seems to have taken many steps backwards.

herhimnbryn said...

I remember driving when it was snowing. mesmerizing.

mm said...

Spring was in the mind as we have had a lot of snow since Sunday! But it is spring in mind nonetheless.