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“My Writing View”

I’ve been waiting for you, snow. It never seems like we’ve had winter until you arrive. Today in the wee hours of the morning you finally came, stealthily, like a cat padding in on its soft silent paws, transforming the view out my windows as I’ve slept.

I now sit on my comfy chocolate brown love-seat, pen in hand and notebook on my lap. My brand new fairy lights (so yearned for after seeing

’s writing room adorned with some) are reflecting on the window pane, creating a dance of tiny golden stars across the snow dusted tree.

This view, in its various seasonal forms and subtle alterations over the years, has been mine for so long I’m not sure who I am without it. So much of my identity is tied up here, on this piece of land where the grand trees and small friendly chickadees give me strength and nourishment. But I know I face a move sometime in the future, perhaps sooner than later.

What writing views will my future bring and how will that impact me and my life? I don’t know. But for now, here, on this magical fairy light winter day, I’ll savour and treasure this view – transformed overnight by the kiss of delicate snow.

- Lindsay Hartley