…After the snowfall, the temperature had fallen and everything had frozen. The branches of the trees resembled crystal menorahs. Candles were ignited in them by the setting sun and then extinguished. The blue snow sparkled with diamonds. Early stars twinkled in the sky. Somewhere, a dog bayed.
From The Manor, by Isaac Bashevis Singer
Snow falls, melts, vanishes, returns. We pass this way but once. What will we leave behind to say we were here?
2 comments:
Thank you for letting me know what The Silver Nutmeg is about - it sounds fascinating and as you say, 'truly a magical book'.
I can't remember how I came across your blog - must have been a link via a link. I do enjoy my visits - that's one of the aspects of blogging I love, such a variety of places and people one would never come across otherwise.
Wishing you a very Happy New Year and prosperity in all ways.
It's fascinating to me, too, how connections are made in the blogosphere. Glad you found Books in Northport. Happy New Year wishes to you, too!
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