Hardwick Postcard #3: Snowy Day, Slower Day

In the dark, I open my daughter’s curtain to see snow falling in the streetlamp between our house and the neighbors’, and I wake my daughter as I usually do, talking quietly and setting a purring cat beside her. The cat burrows under the covers.

In the steady snow last night, we visited the library and the librarian, where my daughter opened a box of tinsel and spread a glittery rope over a bookcase and the mantel. Outside, damp flakes fell on our cheeks.

Everything’s slowed down a little, with slush on boots.

In variations of emotion, the conversation repeats, Winter’s here.

For the great doesn’t happen through impulse alone, and is a succession of little things that are brought together.

– Vincent van Gogh


About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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1 Response to Hardwick Postcard #3: Snowy Day, Slower Day

  1. BeeHappee says:

    Mmmm, the slowness and the slush on the boots. I am so looking forward to that, we had a very dry warm spell for quite a while. I miss the slushy slowness.. I think I drove through Hardwick once on the way back from Ben Hewitt’s place. You mentioned you are originally from NM? Perhaps you know of any old apple orchards there? I will be visiting there in a few weeks and hoping to stop by a few places. Enjoy the slowness of this season.

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