Thursday, December 3, 2015

Fourth Day of Advent

Young Hunters, The Huron Carol
"Before their light the stars grew dim,
and wond'ring hunters heard the hymn."
Coming home from play in blue-shadowed snows was a frequent scene of my Quebec childhood.  The snow squeaked under our boots while the first stars came out in the blue and gold of twilight. When I visited Sainte Marie in the wintertime 9 years ago it was very like this picture - white snows, blue shadows, iron-cold flakes of snow landing on our faces, and  the sound of the wind in the trees.

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