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Jan. 4th, 2009 05:01 pmIt is impressively cold out there. According to the latest weather graphs for my local Met Office station, it hasn't made it much above freezing all day. Brrr...
I went out for a walk half an hour ago, and while it was bitterly cold, it was also kind of pleasant and peaceful. There is a particular silence you only get in winter, as though the cold presses down on everything, muffling the loudspeakers. Of course it could be because I'm the only person dumb enough to be out in such conditions.
Also, in winter, there is a magic in the crossing-point between day and night. In the summer, evening stretches out langorously, drawing people into the pale British version of the passagero, living on the dusk-strewn streets. But in winter, the passage between day and night is like the falling of a blade, and as you reach that crossing-point, you can feel the world tip slightly.
Yesterday I went for a four-mile walk from St Ives to Hemingford Grey and back - a beautiful day to walk by the river, round Hemingford Meadow, under a wide blue Fen sky punctuated by the spires of St Ives' two churches. Couldn't imagine having down that today, though...
I went out for a walk half an hour ago, and while it was bitterly cold, it was also kind of pleasant and peaceful. There is a particular silence you only get in winter, as though the cold presses down on everything, muffling the loudspeakers. Of course it could be because I'm the only person dumb enough to be out in such conditions.
Also, in winter, there is a magic in the crossing-point between day and night. In the summer, evening stretches out langorously, drawing people into the pale British version of the passagero, living on the dusk-strewn streets. But in winter, the passage between day and night is like the falling of a blade, and as you reach that crossing-point, you can feel the world tip slightly.
Yesterday I went for a four-mile walk from St Ives to Hemingford Grey and back - a beautiful day to walk by the river, round Hemingford Meadow, under a wide blue Fen sky punctuated by the spires of St Ives' two churches. Couldn't imagine having down that today, though...
