Friday, November 16, 2007

Winter Falls

And, so, we close the week by closing the cycle. Vivaldi's Four Seasons, the final movement of the final concerto, Winter.

We tread the icy path slowly and cautiously, for fear of tripping and falling.
Then turn abruptly, slip, crash on the ground and, rising, hasten on across the ice lest it cracks up.
We feel the chill north winds course through the home despite the locked and bolted doors...
this is winter, which nonetheless brings its own delights.

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