During February, I am attempting to blog a description everyday, with prose and pictures, although I will let myself lapse into poetry if I really feel the urge. My blog, my rules! This is a lead up to the A-Z April blog challenge which I have just signed up for. The 1,000 Miracles In One Day will continue, maybe offline for a while, but they are there and I will find them. Meanwhile, here's the story of February.
The
second month of this year arrives, in late winter style, on a coating of fine
ice and chilled mist. There will only ever be one February First 2012, and if
that is not impressive, this year the month is trailing an extra day, a magic
day that appears on our calendars once every four years. Things we don’t see
every year we can remember to hold in higher regard.
This, the first day of the
second month, calls for our attention with sharp air and soft horizons, a low
pinkish sun lighting the cloud line behind the intricate lace of leafless
trees.
All
day the sky is clear and half of the moon stays out to see it. As the sun drops
it melts to a sticky circle of orange, a colour that smudges a warm watercolour line
behind stark inked twists of moor land tree, turns the landscape into an
illustration for a fairy tale. The orange circle overfills and pours away into
the dark ground. Half a moon is fixed in the deepness of the night. I imagine
werewolves only able to grow half of a wolf-beard, asymmetrical beasts.
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