Today...

[elisi]

It was cold, bleak, biting weather: foggy withal: and he could hear the people in the court outside go wheezing up and down, beating their hands upon their breasts, and stamping their feet upon the pavement stones to warm them. The city clocks had only just gone three, but it was quite dark already -- it had not been light all day: and candles were flaring in the windows of the neighbouring offices, like ruddy smears upon the palpable brown air. The fog came pouring in at every chink and keyhole, and was so dense without, that although the court was of the narrowest, the houses opposite were mere phantoms. To see the dingy cloud come drooping down, obscuring everything, one might have thought that Nature lived hard by, and was brewing on a large scale.

Foggier yet, and colder! Piercing, searching, biting cold.

- Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

Comments

[thisbluespirit]

Heh, I was just going to say, "Oh what a beautifully written post..." and then caught up with what it was. (To be fair to me, I do have a couple of flisters who write poetic descriptive entries.)

:-)

*uses appropriate Cratchit-y icon*

[elisi]

Heee. I adore A Christmas Carol, and that bit has been going in circles in my head all day. SO COLD!

(I *can* be poetic, but sadly not quite to that standard...)

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

Awesome quote, dear...

[elisi]

♥

[lyricwrites.livejournal.com]

This is where I first learned the word "palpable." I have no idea why I remember that, but I do.

Sooooo very evocative!

[elisi]

We all remember odd things, and that is certainly a good way to have learned it!

[zanthinegirl.livejournal.com]

Sounds like your weather is like ours!

[elisi]

It's finally turned less frozen, but it probably won't last...