There are a few hours each year that belong to no day. The no-man’s land, between Christmas Eve and Christmas morning…
Morning kneels quietly at our feet, opening its pale palms out to us.
Merry Christmas, lovely, he says, so gently…
Look outside! The daughter is practically screaming. During the no-man’s hours, it has snowed. It is not that thick, muzzle-clean snow, but it is enough to glaze the landscape with a pure sheet of ivory light. Enough to give us all the sense that time has paused, just for today. We decide that seeing something for the first time is much the same as seeing it for the last.
Let it snow
Let it snow
Let it snow
— Maddie Mortimer, Maps of Our Spectacular Bodies (Picador; March 31, 2022)
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magic moment
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It is….
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When everything aligns in perfect sync with the heart…
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Right! Beautifully stated Mimi.
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there are a few hours each day that belong to no day.
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Right! Around daybreak.
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yes
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I’d argue those hours belong to DK and his camera.
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Hmmmm. Me too Laila.
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He’s The Kind of those hours that belong to no day.
The King of no-man’s land.
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Finally. 8 years and she’s figured out who is King! Hallelujah…tis’ the season!
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There was never a question as to who King of no-man’s land is.
Merry Christmas 🎄
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Laughing! Merry Christmas Sawsan!
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There is something so alluring about these interstitial moments…I always feel like *anything* is possible….
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Yes. And I’m looking up interstitial.
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😉
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It’s, can you explain it to me too?
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THANKS, not it‘s….. (thank you auto-correcting! NOT)
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Interstitial: Pertaining to being between things, especially between things that are normally closely spaced.
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Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
True that!! … “There are a few hours each year that belong to no day. The no-man’s land, between Christmas Eve and Christmas morning … ” — Maddie Mortimer, Maps of Our Spectacular Bodies (Picador; March 31, 2022).
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Aye perfect for sleeping 🙂 Merry Christmas David
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Aye, so true Scott. Merry Christmas!
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Yes and yes. I love that time, no matter where or when.
Merry Christmas to you and your gang!
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Right!!! Me too!
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I agree with some writers here; it seems that this no-man‘s land belongs to our Dave and his walks, runs, drives in the early, very early, morning hours. Or else to me in my sleepless, so very busy mind-boggling nights. Or to anyone who needs an extra space….
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