Winter is here (sort of). We have received a fair amount of snow although it is supposed to go above 0 degrees Celsius tomorrow. They are also calling for rain but should dip below zero again by Monday. In anticipation of the rain tomorrow, I went skiing this evening. I completed 12 k which brings me to a total of 24,5 k for the season so far. This seems like an appropriate time to share one of my favourite poems by Emily Dickinson. I find this poem more fitting for those crisp cold winter afternoon in later December or January but I include it now as a reflection for December.
There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.
None may teach it anything,
'Tis the seal, despair,-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.
There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.
None may teach it anything,
'Tis the seal, despair,-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.
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