I was terrified of the disaster the storm could bring, the damage it could do to my safe world. I was terrified of damage happening when I wasn’t looking because I thought somehow I could stop it if I could see it coming.
"Could I have a look at the Meissen porcelain figurines?" He had a slight accent. He pointed to the shelf. There were about ten figures displayed.
He carefully took one of them in his trembling hands, a shepherdess with a lamb, and carefully put it back in slow motion.
We don’t remember light. We remember
the dark. The cruelties; the misgivings.
We remember winter and fistfuls
of ice, like cold salt tossed in a face
with contempt, a form of shunning, bitter
the gesture; the censure of wind and snow.
I love the story so much that my parents purchased “A Christmas Carol Cherished Teddies” figurine version, complete with Scrooge and his counting house, so I could have Scrooge with me year round.
I felt elated at each discovery. Oliver’s frustration when things didn’t go as planned, fear at Grandmother’s dominance and the excitement of finding what was hidden in the snow.
Nightfall in the Garden of Deep Time is the perfect for casual reading fans of The Secret Garden and The Chronicles of Narnia. More than that, it is a must read for anyone who feels a creative spirit. It will feed your soul and affirm your confidence.
Lydie walked down the sidewalk, enjoying the lazy snowfall. She felt as if she were in a snow globe. How pretty it was with Christmas lights up around the city. Her boots clacked on the sidewalk as she made her way home. It had been a rough day trying to get everything in under the deadline. She wondered why her coworkers panicked when they knew this day would come. But, as usual, they got the newspaper finished under the wire.