Winter is a magical time to experience in life. There is a magic which hangs in the air and an excitement. Where people have dreams of snow and beautiful soft blankets of white covering the roads, fields and roof tops. Winter is a cruel, cold and romantic time to experience.
The sun in winter is impotent of heat and just hangs low and bright as we head quickly into the darkness of the long night.
Lifes poetry and beauty gets me through winter and the cold nights. The beauty of the sparkling ice and the freezing cold wind on my face only re-juvenates my gratitude for the warmth. The moon seems brighter and lower in the night sky and much more magical.
A few years ago there was a bad snow storm suddenly which covered the whole of the UK. People had to abandon cars as the motorways and main roads had become too deep in snow and it was impossible to drive. Winter had come stronger and suddenly that evening. I went for a walk late at night when the snow had stopped and there was not a soul about. Just snow and snow and the silence of the moon as he appeared after the snowstorm to bring peace and silence upon the winter scene. The trees was covered in snow and there was white everywhere and no sign of any roads about as snow was the new ground. It was a desperate struggle for most people but a beautiful winter night.
For me Winter is the best time of year where life takes off and memories are made. A time of short days and long winter nights and family togetherness and the excitement of the oncoming Christmas period. Parties and gatherings and seeing faces you haven’t seen since long ago. Winter for me is a wonderful time and memories of childhood echo everywhere.
I can remember lying in bed one Christmas eve many years ago and it was late at night for a boy of my age – and I could smell the turkey cooking. The smell was beautiful and made me hungry and excited and it spread across the whole house. Over the winter season there are many wonderful smells lingering such as scented candles, fires and baking of gingerbread and biscuits and the wonderful smell of a real christmas tree and of course the smell of tinsel.
The sounds of snow crunching under the feet and the sights of people wrapped up in hats, scarfs and gloves create a romance and a magic spark.
I never usually get emotionally attached to any TV program or get upset apart from one which transports me back to being a child and of good times – The snowman.
I can relate to David Bowie going into his loft at the start of the snowman and finding an item which reminds him of childhood. In the TV animation he finds the scarf he had from childhood he put on the Snowman. For me when I go in my parents loft there is a decoration or a toy from Christmases long long ago. I am instantly transported back in my mind to them moments and them people who spent that winter period with me such as family members who are no longer with us and I remember warm happy memories. I am transported by a toy I find and to that Christmas when I so desperately wanted that toy as a present. A magical time in my own personal history. I think most of us have a winter item such as a scarf, or a tree decoration which holds sentimental value.
Also just like the boy in the snowman. I remember these childhood memories fondly. I can remember peeping out of my window on some winters nights watching the snow hoping it would snow and snow and snow all night magically.
Now just like at the end of the Snowman I remember these memories and I see his snowman melted and gone never to return and I see that as my childhood – it has melted and gone and left me and I am left with just the memories. And although I have become a man and the magic of winter has softened and Christmas comes round quicker each year – the boy within this man – still lingers within me.
So as the ice begins to appear and the nights creep in slowly, I shall remember the beauty of the winter to come and remember the winters of long long ago and every single smell and memory I shall take with me and remember – when Winter comes around