Snowline

'A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over England. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the houses of Beeston and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Morecambe waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Alfred Edwards lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.'

An appropriation of James Joyce's 'The Dead,' in Dubliners (1914)...all Irish-/ Dublin-specific references are substituted with those that describe this English/ Nottingham freeze

[In this photo: The Downs, Rutland Hall, Beeston snowlined houses]