On this bright morning, I found the shapes of imagination in the ice and among the snow-blue shadows left behind by yesterday's clouds.
The faces will return to tomorrow's sky, if there are clouds, and the outlines of monsters and mountains, and every shape that fits a cloud will rise again toward the sun.
But today, this is where the shapes are found.
"He fixed his astonished eyes upon the face in the ice. A wild cry escaped him. The face was not his own!"
ReplyDelete—Robert Leighton, The Thirsty Sword, 2008
Yet another perfectly apropos quote!
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