'Now we were snow-blind travellers...'
Dylan Thomas
The air filled with flakes of sleet.
The sky darkened.
The snowstorm abated, leaving a blanket of fog.
The storm cloud began to recede.
Soon there were silhouettes on the seashore.
P.S. You can read about the current Swansea literary scene here, in my Land&Lit Postcard about the latest edition of The Seventh Quarry (ed. Peter Thabit Jones).
P.S. You can read about the current Swansea literary scene here, in my Land&Lit Postcard about the latest edition of The Seventh Quarry (ed. Peter Thabit Jones).
