While Burnside’s quote seems all too true from a distance, today it proves dreary and too monochromatic to engage my senses. It’s days like this that make me yearn for spring.
Snow isn’t just pretty. It also cleanses our world and our senses, not just of the soot and grime of a Fife mining town but also of a kind of weary familiarity, a taken-for-granted quality to which our eyes are all too susceptible.
~ John Burnside ~