The title of my post is best for December 21st, the winter solstice. I'm about a fortnight early. However, the first snowfall of the season has made me so cheerful that I cannot wait to post wintry images. I spotted these in a magazine I paged through at someone's house. I crossed my fingers that they were somewhere online, because I couldn't forget them and wanted to see them once more. Then I realized I'd like to share them with you.
She dismounted when she saw what she thought were giant bear claw prints.
She followed the footprints to a shining edifice of ice.
Inside was an abominable snowman, who snarled and heaved at her, setting off a great battle with the reindeer. When the battle ended, the yeti was defeated and leaped onto a passing iceberg, sailing off to distant lands where he could be alone once again.
But then he whipped up the most unbelievably delicious hot toddie.
He explained that she and he were destined for this moment, and that they had many more adventures ahead of them.
Suddenly there appeared a husky puppy, which she placed carefully in her satchel. They mounted a sled covered in brown and beige fur and a team of dogs whisked them away.
She felt so excited, so confused, and so safe all at the same time.
*I changed the order of the pictures from the magazine, to fit the little story I dreamed up.
Currently listening to: The Book Of Right On by Joanna Newsom, 2004 ("do you wanna run with my pack? do you want to ride on my back?")
Photos belong to Hermes, found via luxuo