When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town, Deadening, muffling, stiffling its murmurs failing; Lazily and incessantly floating down and down: Silently shifting and veiling road, roof and railing; Hiding difference, making unevenness even, Into angles and crevices softly drifting and sailing. All night it fell, and when full inches seven It lay in the depth of its uncompacted lightness The clouds blew off from a high and frosty heaven; and all woke earlier for the unaccustomed brightness Of the winter drawning, the strange unheavenly glare; The eye marvelled - marvelled at the dazzling whiteness; The ear harkened to the stillness of the solemn air; No sound of wheel rumbling nor of foot fallling, And the busy morning cries came thin and spare. Then boys I heard as they went to school, calling, They gathered up the crystal manna to freeze Their tongues with tasting, their hands with snowballing; Or rioted in a drift, plunging up to the knees; Or peering up from under the white-mossed wonder, "O look at the trees!" they cried, "O look at the trees!" With lessened load a few carts creak and blunder, Following along the white deserted way, A country company lon dispersed asunder: When now already the sun, in the pale display Standing by Paul's high dome, spread forth below His sparkling beams, and awoke the stir of the day. For now doors open, and war is waged with the snow; And trains of sombre men, past tale of number, Tread long brown paths, as toward their toil they go: But even for them awhile no cares encumber Their minds diverted; the daily word is unspoken, The daily thoughts of labour and sorrow slumber At the sight of the beauty that greeets them, for the charm they have broken.
"It is just me. I couldn't sleep." - I persuaded G to take me to the sea. Okay, girl - he said. He was always talking with me in the way as if l had been a baby. I didn't like that. The night was chilly and balmy. We could see the distant lights on the Pier in the pitch black night, shivered and listened the dashes of the waves. The sea was magic at night. As l was walking barefoot on the smooth sand. I suddenly felt a trawl under my sole. It was unexpected. The strong material cut into my skin of my foot so hard that l stumbled against it. I fell onto the ground and felt the sharp trawl tightly screwing around my toes. It was only less than a second. But in that very moment all of the creatures in the world's seas flooded into my mind encroaching into my soul and inside of my own flesh l felt all of the pains of the many many innocent entities who have ever died in those trawls. The touch of the trawl... The feeling was eerie and ancient at the same time. Dolphins, prawns, jelly fish, tunas, mackerels and others. I felt their pain inside me so harshly as if l had been in their place. I felt their torment and l saw them inside me. They wanted to escape. At that moment all sea-creatures swarmed into my mind, into my soul at once, in swollen clusters, forcing me to think of the sea foods on the shelves of the supermarkets, in several delicious sauces, in nicely decorated tins, what l myself also would buy with much pleasure for a cool supper with a glass of white wine till then... But in that moment l thought l could never buy any of those spoiling items anymore. I felt deep sadness and l am sure l won't forget the “touch of the trawl” feeling for a good while in my life... Beside this the ocean was really marvellous. A wonder. I was walking along and watching the millions of changeable colours, those, what the darkness allowed me to see and the shapes of the waves as they have been undulating with the same wheezing since the thousands of the years. I was carefully listening the waves... there was other after another in every new seconds, yet there have never been the same, it was fantastic and fascinating. I thought of the sounds of those wonderful birds as they are drifting high above the town circling above the colorful roofs, swimming across the sea in the air in a chaos but nevertheless in a perfect order....don't move even their wings which are so white, neat and bright as if it even weren't true. I could hear their strong voices in my ear as they are shrieking, and l thought, this is all only mine now. I can't share it with anybody. The photos show nothing about it. And if you ask me: “What was the sea like?” - l will probably answer you very politely something like this: “Oh, yes, it was very nice. We have had a wonderful time. Thank you for your asking.” And you won't know anything about my experiences. About my real experiences... All you will get is some faded photo and some uncertain muttering about the sleepy whisperings of the undulating North Sea... And about the dreams... ...which are never die.
l really would like so much if some kind of miracle would happen and the person who still means so much to me would come back to me... :) ...So l got this inspiration...
I found a link for those who like reading crimes, thrillers and other mysteries, may be this won't be so new for you, but l found it worthwile to put it on.
This is the New Mystery Reader Magazine, where you can find weekly updated reviews about the latest books and many more for a real crime reader..
