Cipher in a Foreign Sky
The sky stands behind the city like a giant grey elephant, both dwarfing and hiding the buildings in the horizon. A layer of fog, like dust, settles in the distance. Everything looks cold, and dull, and silent. The lights and bells of Christmas have just started to decorate the night, but until the snow falls and December laughs it’s first jolly laugh, the days and nights are silent and still behind the back of a great grey elephant.
Joy is to be found indoors. These are the nights of candles and shadows; of dinner served with gravy and evenings spent holding cups of tea beneath blankets and falling asleep before midnight. I can feel Christmas I can’t wait.
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