"As if summoned by tribute from candles and bonfires, the stars come out to celebrate the longest, coldest night of the year." There are so many lovely moments in all of this--but I keep returning to this beautiful, felt scene. I also love how these sentences become their own gait, a rhythm to the paradox of what is beautiful and ugly, a…
"As if summoned by tribute from candles and bonfires, the stars come out to celebrate the longest, coldest night of the year." There are so many lovely moments in all of this--but I keep returning to this beautiful, felt scene. I also love how these sentences become their own gait, a rhythm to the paradox of what is beautiful and ugly, all of it smashing together and demanding an acknowledgement of all of it equally. Just beautiful.
"As if summoned by tribute from candles and bonfires, the stars come out to celebrate the longest, coldest night of the year." There are so many lovely moments in all of this--but I keep returning to this beautiful, felt scene. I also love how these sentences become their own gait, a rhythm to the paradox of what is beautiful and ugly, all of it smashing together and demanding an acknowledgement of all of it equally. Just beautiful.
Thank you, Freya. 💚