Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Raise your glasses to winter

But for the sound of two crying seagulls, the air is still. There is a coldness to it, a coldness that signifies something is coming. Winter.

The gulls career around, circling above The Enchanted Village, far from their coastal home. A car trundles through and then there is quiet again. The shop blinds are down and the pub curtains are drawn. No-one is home.

White vapour trails, like the tails of mechanised comets, criss cross in the crisp, blue sky to make the sign of a kiss. There is hope on the horizon.

The Village Hall Arms is about to open for business.


That's about it.

Love Maddie x

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful prose ... and looks like celebration will soon take place.

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  2. It is nice to go home again. Lovely pictures.

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