This is stunning! The mention of the Britoil company car is such a jolt amidst the melodic and flowing prose that comes before. I found it instantly intriguing and was very glad to read that a book is in the works. I also love the advice about writing like you’re working with hot coals - very wise!
As I sit in a library in the freezing cold of New Hampshire reading this, I strangely feel comfort and warmth. Thanks for this. Starting my day off right.
Beautiful piece. The icicle imagery perfecly captures that childhood desperation to preserve moments that can't be kept. I remember trying to bring snow inside as a kid and feeling genuinely confused why it wouldn't just stay frozen forever. That final image of the icicles weeping in the car really nails the bittersweeet realization that some beauty only exists in its passing.
“The burn dwindles and thins in drought summers now. But the gorge bears witness to the ancient force of water. Torrents unleashed by melting icesheets whirled boulders round and round in a borehole, drilling down through bedrock. They have hulled out the hill, left it echoing and hollow. “
That drilled right down into my own bedrock. Wow! Thanks.
Wow, that is a breathtaking piece of writing. I am struck by the juxtaposition of the icy winter scene conveying such warmth and comfort. I especially love the line, "The cold sharpened the starlight." Thank you for bringing us into your world. ❄️
This is stunning! The mention of the Britoil company car is such a jolt amidst the melodic and flowing prose that comes before. I found it instantly intriguing and was very glad to read that a book is in the works. I also love the advice about writing like you’re working with hot coals - very wise!
You’re very kind - thank you so much for your generous words! I am so thrilled to hear that you like the advice as well! ☺️☺️
I liked it and I needed it!!
ooh that's a great insight, thank you Jo! And yep, writing = working with hot coals feels painfully apt haha
As I sit in a library in the freezing cold of New Hampshire reading this, I strangely feel comfort and warmth. Thanks for this. Starting my day off right.
Oh, thank you so much for your kind words, Chris! All the best for your day in the library! ☺️☺️
libraries in the freezing cold are the perfect place to read anything!
Agreed!
Beautiful.
Thank you for reading!
Beautiful piece. The icicle imagery perfecly captures that childhood desperation to preserve moments that can't be kept. I remember trying to bring snow inside as a kid and feeling genuinely confused why it wouldn't just stay frozen forever. That final image of the icicles weeping in the car really nails the bittersweeet realization that some beauty only exists in its passing.
That final image really did strike deep into my heart when i finished and made me want to go right back and read again.
Deepest thanks for your kind words! It’s lovely to hear about your childhood memory of bringing snow in - I’m glad I’m not the only one who did this!
“I longed to take the icicles home…” <3
such quotable lines throughout, thank you for reading MK!
It sounds so beautiful, I want to go there. Even with the palpable cold I get through the descriptions
I love when good writing makes you want to transport into it
Thank you so much for your kindness!
That last line was brilliant 👏🏾 bravo.
so gorgeous!
Thank you for your kindness, Juanita!
Every word arranged with intention, pregnant with flow of meaning.
Yes!! Thank you for being an amazing reader, Jarret!
“The burn dwindles and thins in drought summers now. But the gorge bears witness to the ancient force of water. Torrents unleashed by melting icesheets whirled boulders round and round in a borehole, drilling down through bedrock. They have hulled out the hill, left it echoing and hollow. “
That drilled right down into my own bedrock. Wow! Thanks.
beautifully put, thank you for reading my friend!
Thank you so much, Jane-Jack! You are so kind! 😊😊
The waterfall whispered and the ignition coughed, very nice
yess! thanks for reading Harrison!
Thank you Harrison! You are too kind!! 😊😊😊
Thank you so much for the support, Yvonne! 🙏
Love your work, Jayant! ☺️☺️☺️
Wow, that is a breathtaking piece of writing. I am struck by the juxtaposition of the icy winter scene conveying such warmth and comfort. I especially love the line, "The cold sharpened the starlight." Thank you for bringing us into your world. ❄️
You read into the perfect moments perfectly. Thank you Michele!