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Winter is Coming
but my camera not afraid of it
Scarcely afternoons, shorter days, and freezing breaths can be disastrous. And if you are a South Asian immigrant in North America, this could have devastating results.
You yet may spy the fawn at play,
The hare upon the green;
But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
Will never more be seen.
— W. Wordsworth
The poem “Lucy Gray” by William Wordsworth was the first thing I experienced as a child that genuinely shook my heart. Lucy went astray during a snowstorm and never returned. She was hunted by a blizzard and became the prey of an icy whirlwind. Before turning into frozen meat, she must have battled in the snow, lost control of her limbs, and had tears freeze on her magnificent cheeks. The living doll was never seen by her parents again, and they lived in regret over losing her. This is the imagination my mind portrays every time I think of winter.
The phrase, ‘Winter is coming,’ becomes brighter when you see the darker days. And, we apostate real god and start believing fictional White-Walkers, the ones whose fear becomes a reason to freeze to dead many kings and queens in their castles.
My head paints a terrible picture, but I wonder why my phone’s camera disagrees. I’m always obligated to pay attention to the beauty around me and what things actually are. I took…
