Thinking of a winter and solstice now,
I see pictures projected on the wall.
I see the skiers coming down the slope, Their colorful clothes—look, someone will fall.
I see a lake fully covered with snow;
There’s snow on the ground, trees covered with snow.
Everything is quiet, everything slow,
The most beautiful picture that I know.
I saw a passage tomb from the Stone Age
In Ireland. I was in awe.
What engineering was done in that cave,
There is no word for it; I was amazed.
The winter solstice sun breaks up the night
And fills the chamber and all sites with light.
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