It began as though Swan feathers were drifting lazily but copiously from the sky. Beautiful and serene, the world seemed to glide to a halt and silence fell. I do love the deadening effect that snow has on sound; it’s as though you’re inside your own little quiet bubble of peace.
Snow has such a calming effect on me that I often wonder if this might be why I seem to have fewer seizures when the world is white. Everything is more gentle in snowfall; footsteps are almost soundless and voices are muffled. You’re between worlds.
Is this Earth or Asgard? Am I going to see a Unicorn trotting gracefully towards me from across the Rainbow Bridge?
As a creative person, the feeling of solitude that falls with the gentle flakes evokes the dreamer in me. My writing muse returns and, with it, the bulbs that have lain dormant around the garden are beginning to stir, awoken by the cold. We are already seeing the large pink and purple shoots of my largest Bleeding Heart; two days ago I harvested my first Romanesco Cauliflower; the Winter Flowering Honeysuckle is the best it’s ever been and the first brassica seedlings of the year have sprung to life in the greenhouse.
The turn of the Wheel; The Crone may reign for now, but The Maiden is beginning to stir. Soon there shall be Snowdrops, Daffodils and Glory Of The Snow to herald Her impending arrival.