Wishing everyone a Happy New Year! Enjoy the hunt, if the snow hasn’t buried it till spring. It was 14 degrees when it was hid, added a poem to make it more interesting. Great hunting.
There’s a Certain Slant of Light(1890)
There’s a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find to scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.
None may teach it anything,
‘Tis the seal, despair,-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ‘tis like the distance
On the look of death.
-Emily Dickenson