Stand on the crest of the hill, on the top of the wave, and sing into the snow. Let it take your song and fly with it, onwards and off into the storm, forming a blizzard of love. For if the world were to be embraced by such a sound, would it not lay down its arms and grievances, and weep itself to its knees?
Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018
(artwork done from a photo for educational purposes only)