Friday, December 10, 2010
Jadis, Queen of Charn it seems may have followed my link to her wiki page and passed this way.
I always envisioned that everlasting winter in Narnia, when Christmas never came, not as a place of angry blizzards and energetic storms, but a place frozen into suspension by her icy touch and cloaked in cold silence. We got a taste of it earlier this week when, as the rest of the country woke up to yet more snow, the cloud cover dropped, clammy, chill and silent.
Nothing could be heard, there was no wind, and with the freezing fog swaddling each little tiny village, there wasn't much to be seen either. The only thing moving and growing was the ice.
Every point started crystals forming, even the whisper of a spider's web was highlighted by a dusting of frozen glitter, and trees which have long since dropped their leaves, suddenly bloomed.
Every leaf on every bush was outlined with a rim of crystal cold
This branch is smooth and sleek under the ice jacket, but now sports coral-like tentacles at all angles.
It was the deep deep cold of a silent, unmoving winter.
Only ended when the wind arrived to lift the fog and shake the icicles from the trees where they fell to the ground as powder; fools' snow in an otherwise green garden.
A little awe inspiring while it lasted, and certainly no fun to drive in, but now that we are back to our dull greens and frozen browns I find I miss the magic. Fingers crossed Father Christmas brings some of his sort of winter wonderland.