Learning from the cold
on snow days and magic and sleep
When Lucy enters Narnia she finds a world of white. You can imagine as she pushed aside the fur coats in the wardrobe that she’d start to smell that undeniable crisp in the air, something fresh and clear. A gust of wind that makes her shiver, her hand reaches out - snow.
C.S. Lewis immediately marks this strange place, this new place, as magical, by cov…