First Snow - Missoula, Montana
"Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes—like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night - little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape wil be quite hidden in the end." - from A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis (1898-1963)
Sad, but that is the way grief is sometimes, right? The living are left to remember the way of their hearts.
ReplyDeleteA lovely turn of phrase you ended with there, which can often be quite the loveliest way of remembering. This C.S. Lewis quote made me ponder a bit on my memories of people. The book is a small one, but packed full of such poignancy.
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