Winter.... I'm not so sure.
The dark. The cold. The emptiness.
No bird song.
The outlines. The silhouettes. The mystery.
The honesty. The reassurance. The solidity.
Raw, frozen earth.
Stripped away. Bare.
A love letter to the underworld.
A hug with death.
Little A asks, "what does passed away mean?"
A neighbour has just informed us about the departure of the old boy two doors down.
He was 92. Taken by hypothermia.
Known to all on our street. Full of stories and history.
Independent until the winter claimed him.
"It means he's stopped working. There's another word for it - to die...
when we get very, very old, we die, we stop working."
"Will you stop working?"
"One day when I'm very old."
"Will I stop working?"
"One day when you are very, very, very old."
"I don't want to stop working mummy."
"I know darling, I know."
This was not a conversation I wanted to have on the way to nursery.
I wasn't ready.
But Little A was. She accepted it, as children do.
Winter forces the truth.
We cannot deny it.
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