The world is coated in ice – to match my frozen heart. Frost roses with icy thorns grows inside my garden walls. Beautiful but barren.



Time does more than erode a riverbank and wear montains down into tired hills. It takes the edge from our memories as well, overlaying everything with a soft focus so that it all blurs together. What really happened gets all jumbled up with the hopes and dreams we once had and what we wish had really happened.

From Dreams Underfoot by Charles de Lint