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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Overnight our world has been transformed, the sound of rain tinkling our doors and windows when the ambient temperature should result in soft, billowy clouds of white snow crystals.
Through bedroom windows a soft apricot glow spread interior light where darkness should yet have reigned, reflecting not snow but the mysterious light of the cosmos glancing off evanescent and bright crystals of ice.
The upper atmosphere has played its little end-of-year prank and what has streamed earthward from the vast winter sky helmeting the ground below has gradually inexorably sheathed everything below.
Every tree trunk, limb and branch has been limned in silver-white the weight bringing down pine and cedar boughs to cling to their trunks sturdily now encased in ice.
Rooftops formerly sugared high with snow now bear brittle frozen sheets of sheer ice thickening as daylight brings night to its close. No birds will fly this day, nor furred creatures venture outward.
Few living creatures take delight in this gleaming beauty of the night nor the later increase of the bright and fabulous landscape. Fantastical traceries of laced embroideries etched on windows newly glazed reminiscent of finest Belgian lace.
The treachery of broken boughs hydro lines breached in the urban landscape, and roads and highways rendered dangerous pays homage to nature's affect. Boundless beauty on the one hand, cruel danger on the other.
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