Saturday, 20 November 2010
cold raindrops against the glass hurling itself into my pine tree as though some wild thing resides within, thrashing and swaying. Grey skies sail above wet slate black roofs and silver tear drops slide down glass in rivulets of reflection.
Once long ago now, we drove between dense forests of pine trees in a Czechoslovak summer. Either side of us flashes of endless dark trees made that soporific noise..'Wahh wahh' as we pushed the air of them past us. The long undulating road ahead stretched to an incline and twilight settled softly like a moth. Suddenly from one side came a creature, magnificent in bearing, standing far enough ahead for us to slow to a creeping roll. A king of the ancient forests, his stance and antlers proudly upright he was framed for no more than a heartbeat. Yet the thrill of his majesty, his maleness his absolute power over his dominion is etched into my being - he was not afraid!