Dreams of Snow

[rabidsamfan]

He dreams sometimes of Ballarat, the hills all raw from the mines, the pale dust from the slag heaps drifting on the wind before it comes to rest on the garden which is his world.

More often he dreams of the circuitous journey that his father promises will take them "home to England" and of volcanic ash falling from the sky, carpeting the ship with white softness, like the winters out of story books.

And when he dreams of London the snow is always warm, falling in great fat feathers from eiderdown clouds to settle softly across the slumbering world.







Author's Notes: There are some who think that Watson was born in Australia... research, more research, still more research, and inspiration

Comments

[lame-pegasus.livejournal.com]

Sometimes you simply make wonderful music with your words. *smiles*

[amedia.livejournal.com]

I love how the first two snow-dreams are actually of snow-analogues, the pale dust and the volcanic ash. And then I love the gentle, almost playful twist when we get to the final dream-snow, which the reader is set up to think is really going to be snow but which turns out to be something closer to feathers.

I also love the melancholy tone; the story itself is dreamlike.