„Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars to sparkle violently and shower their silver light into the arms of bare upreaching trees. It was a mad and beautiful thing that scoured raw the souls of animals and man, driving them before it until they loved to run. And what it did to Northern forests can hardly be described, considering that it iced the branches of the sycamores on Chrystie Street and swept them back and forth until they rang like ranks of bells.“ – from Winter’s Tale by Mark Helprin
The beautiful cinematography of last year’s movie Winter’s Tale threw me back to having read Mark Helprin’s magical book upon which it was loosely based. His poetic language virtually transformed the season of winter into one of this fable’s central characters.