Originally published: 20th January 2020
Image by PixLoger from Pixabay
when winter woke and dealt its hand it froze the heart of cumberland as icy air dispersed in spades to twist and cut like razor blades. small pools of water turned to glass to shine like diamonds in the grass while freezing sprays from waterfalls formed icicles on wet stone walls. when nature's breath turned all air warm the earth embraced another form: the snow that fell - now sadly gone decked out a land that looked as one. if elements of that year's weather could club the fells and fields together why can't mankind just do the same and follow suit - and raise its game?
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