Tuesday, February 12, 2013

There Are Giants Among Us

There's nothing quite like a blizzard to change the voice of a forest. With every crack, creak, and deadly dry-cold timbre moan the easier it is to convince yourself that you are, indead, being hunted down by a giant with arthritic joints that sound like the loud shrill cry of rusty hinges. A giant as tall as the tallest tree, crashing through the forest where you wait and listen . . . is he getting closer?

What do you hear when the wind blows?
 
http://www.amazon.ca/Are-Giants-Dead-Mary-Norton/dp/0152038108
 

4 comments:

  1. i love this. it perfectly voices moments that i have... thank you :)

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  2. A beautiful depiction Grace,of a cold winter walk in the woods. I will always think of being chased by giants whenever I'm our walking on those frosty wintery days.

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  3. A very sensory depiction of the wintry woods. I also live on the edge of a forest. There is a trail through a tight grouping of old dead wood we call "Spooky Woods" - for obvious reasons.

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  4. Of course the scariest thing that lives in the forest is much, much smaller . . . the tick! Yuck.

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