December 26 (typed at desk)・ Our city is snow fallen. By nightfall Christmas Day I walked on white land. Cool air of first snows. Pretty lights...strung upon few houses and gardens. All felt special. But I was most possessed by a small one story house...
Paint a cream that is near but not wholly vanish by snow. Dim lights of hypnotic blue, sapphire purple, ruby and delicious citrine line along curves of a footpath leading to the front door. Smoke absent from the chimney but still I imagine wood fire kindling within and without end. Petite orange bulbs glow modestly on the branches of a singular leafless tree on the lawn which slope slightly downward toward the entrance. Perfect evergreens tower close. Lights too drape just upon their lower wings.
The wind froze the night and the cold gradually took my body. However the frost bit any fragility away and I was electrified.
