Photograph by Daniel Mirlea @danielmirlea
Winter Light
It’s four o’clock
and twilight. The early
evening light is grey.
A bluish grey. Do you
know what I mean?
As if the cold and light
are intertwined in a
story. A beautiful and
nostalgic one. Your
grandmother’s knitted
blanket. The winter fire
flicking flames at you,
while you, like a cat, lie
outstretched on the carpet.
You are young and unfettered
by middle eastern conflict, oil
crisis or cold war hysterics.
The light seeps into your soul.
Remember how it felt?
It’s just so right. It ignites
fires and neurons and
outcomes that are warm stories.
Like bread out of the oven,
warm and formed and folded
into and around my imagination.
Oh winter light, wrap me in
comfort and let me gently
fall into a deep deep sleep.
- By Michael Stolt
