As he watched the snow fall outside his window, as slowly and silently as the snow in a dream, the traveler fell into a long-desired, long-awaited reverie; cleansed by memories of innocence and childhood, he succumbed to optimism and dared to believe himself at home in this world. Soon afterward, he felt something else that he had not known for quite a long time and fell asleep in his seat.
Monday, January 14, 2008
QOTD for Winter from Pamuk
I am reading Snow by Orhan Pamuk with a cup of chai on my lunch break. Here is one of my favorite winter scenes at the very beginning where Ka is a passenger on board a bus travelling through a blizzard:
Posted by Honolulu Mark at 1:11 PM