The official eve of Winter. In the world of forest and field, stems of all ages and sizes are naked. The once powerfully dressed giants of swathing green and the gentile,delicate ferns beneath them, now show how all is created equal when stripped bare.
This means that Autumn is now resolved. Its skills in creating the unity of leaves over the past few months, has been a triumph. All have their own perfect timing to gradually stray upon the Earth and to dissolve within its surface. No revolution will ever change this process.
Tonight, the ground is a carpet of crystal, as if the stars have fallen from the now undisturbed sky space. Is it too simple to think that the impossibly distant and giant sun balls change into freezing crystal specks when we are not looking?
Light is certainly a shy and contrary beauty with both hot and cold extremes. As a main key holder in creating life, light has immortality. Infinity is not for us to question or keep it, but respect its ceremony and purpose. If its gods decide to travel from sky to earth, so be it.
From the bringer of life, warmth and illumination, we don’t often think about or expect Light’s final touch as frozen adoration. Crystals can be the mark of a true romantic, however cold, but such is the necessary gifting of opposites. The nature of the Universe is contrary.
But now, the air is clear. About the future, the Universe is now below our feet. Winter is here. In the UK, tonight, the stars are on the ground. The real Winter Wonderland.