Golaszewski, Marge

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The Prairie Light ReviewVolume 16 | Number 1 Article 12Winter 3-1-1996The Frozen HillsideMarge GolaszewskiCollege of DuPageFollow this and additional works at: https://dc.cod.edu/plrThis Selection is brought to you for free and open access by the College Publications at DigitalCommons@COD. It has been accepted for inclusion inThe Prairie Light Review by an authorized editor of DigitalCommons@COD. For more information, please contact orenick@cod.edu.Recommended CitationGolaszewski, Marge (1996) "The Frozen Hillside," The Prairie Light Review: Vol. 16 : No. 1 , Article 12.Available at: https://dc.cod.edu/plr/vol16/iss1/128THE FROZEN HILLSIDEIs it conceivable, if awareness is sharpened to its finest point,for the senses to somehow overlap—actually making it possible to“feel” a sound? I think I just experienced that phenomenon as Iscrunched along through the frozen, but radiantly beautiful, snowcovered hillside.I glance backward one last time to savor the serenity andbeauty nature has created by the perfect combination of snow, ice,and freezing temperatures. I have empathy for otherwise gifted art-ists as they tiy in vain to capture the depth of this natural beauty.Trees glisten as mounds of snow balance delicately onbranches that finger out over the half-frozen creek. The sun, sprin-kling warmth into my soul, teases me by dancing in and out of thewinter white clouds drifting aimlessly in the clear January sky. Brav-ing frigid temperatures, big and small animals have added to thisscene by leaving an intricate maze of prints crisscrossing the hill-side; bringing to mind perhaps, the abstract signature of the great-est Artist of all. And as I listen, the cold silence is interrupted by afaint, but distinct and somewhat haunting, melody high in the treetops. The wind is picking up and the frozen branches begin toreproduce the sound of champagne glasses clinking ever so deli-cately. It’s like background music filtering in to complete the pic-ture as the trees sway gently, seemingly toasting their creator.A shiver of emotion runs through me infiltrated by the coldand I am reminded that it is getting late and I must leave this winterscene that will never again be recreated exactly as I see it. I surren-der to the frustration of the artists who have tried unsuccessfully tocapture such a divine moment. There are just no colors or words toharness the beauty of this frozen hillside.-Marge Golaszewski1Golaszewski: The Frozen HillsidePublished by DigitalCommons@COD, 1996

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