

sacred silenceSo last night was beautiful and wonderful and silent. I love snow. Of course it was one of those times which would have been made better by Raine's being there; but I must admit the silence was part of the magic. It reminded me of that night we were all together; it was, I suppose, a long time ago, but in my memory it is closer than the present moment. I don't know why it reminded me of that night; they were nothing alike, except, perhaps, for the snow and the bitter yet welcoming cold. That night was the last night of the old year, oh-five, which was a bad year for everybody but me. It was a good closingsacred silence
Lolita