The moon was full a few days ago, and I caught glimpses between buildings as it rose in the sky. It was beautiful, and my heart sang a little song.
But once upon a time, I lived where a winter night's full moon looks like this...
Moonlight in the Adirondacks, by Rockwell Kent
... and shines so loudly that you can hear the light whispering to the snow, and the moon singing her own song.
It is a hard place to live, especially in winter, but you can see why one would try.
...and the snow sings back.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtgIxU8TCyY
Posted by: Sverre Johan Svendsen | January 14, 2012 at 04:57 AM
What a lovely singer! I had not heard her before. Thank you.
Posted by: Laurel Massé | January 14, 2012 at 09:44 AM
You speak to my heart and imagination, Laurel. As you know, I live in northern New Hampshire at the edge of the White Mountains. The winter moon has kept me company on many a frigid and frosty night. It will present itself tonight as the thermometer dips below zero. You are right when you remark that one "tries" to live here. Unfortunately, for the less than median wage earner, it isn't the environment but the powers that be that are making life more difficult here, what with soaring property taxes and the cost of heating oil (if one, like myself, is tied to it). I am a transplant to the North Country and have had a few opportunities to leave here over the years, but my heart won't let me. In the words of an old ballad,
"I was saying to the Moon
Just the other night
Wouldn't it be grand
If I should find my one delight."
Be well and keep chasing that "clair de lune."
Posted by: Charles | January 14, 2012 at 03:26 PM