Oct 11, 2007 13:38
Winter in London--cold, awful biting weather, with no heat, no proper clothes...no luxuries given here, not in those times. And here I sit, by a window of our livingroom, in comfortable warmth with a cup of steaming tea, watching the snow fall.
I suppose nothing here should be taken for granted.
And there--[chuckles] The children, playing...a bit of purity, after so much turmoil yesterday...lights of hope, all that. If you believe in such things.
I may go for a walk.
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The hallway window -is- a fitting place for it...the picture. You can't help but glance at them when you pass by.
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quiet barber,
severus,
under his word,
the snow,
london,
aftermath,
lucy and lily