In 100WCGU this week the phrase from Julia is:
the unseasonal weather meant
and I thought I write a haibun (text + haiku) in 104 words for that. Picture is from Swedish Mountain where we try to spend a week in April every year, going between mountain huts.
Also shared on dVerse open link night.
The glistening winter landscape was magnificent; the unseasonal weather meant that we were in a perfect Christmas card. The rounded mountains were like a meringue dream from the best of bakeries. But outside the temperature was forbiddingly cold, a mordant wind ripped my skin raw, and any warmth from the sun immediately dissipated. In silence we took our skies and backpacks. Today we had to go to the next hut where we would find warmth and shelter, but warmth came already as we slowly skied up the first hill, and I saw a smile caressing your face.
but paradise for me
is mountain snow
March 19, 2013