Winter Idle

The silver-grey sky feels a little lower on slow, late January mornings and feels like a movie screen for imagining far off places.

Read Helen J. William’s poem “The Snow” from the Winter 1974 issue of North Dakota Quarterly.

And, as a soundtrack, immerse yourself in the sounds of Istanbul (the little EN at the top toggles the project description to English).

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