Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
No mistaking this for anything but a winter day with intention. The sky a steel-grey inverted cauldron of icy water-vapour descending in lazy, complex clumps on the landscape of the forest.
But wait; weather is not at all predictable, dull and lazy. New instructions were issued for tiny, white pellets to begin raining on the placid scene.
Those icy balls pinging on our jackets and clinging tenaciously to tree trunks and ourselves. So cold out there, the steady grip of winter clenching its fist about us, shrinking the marrow of our bones.
Above, a cloud of racketing crows black against the pewter sky circling over the rigid treeline, their daft defiance colouring the monochromatic atmosphere.
No wind this frigid winter day. We are immensely grateful. For the clean, crisp air clipping shut our nostrils. For the peaceful solitude. For the white blanket
muffling the crunch of our boots. For the trees standing reliant sentry over this season of sleep.
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