Memories
Remember … is a place from long ago?
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Often, especially at New Year, Susan remembers:
The crisp white snow, and the fur coats, and the desolation at the cave, and the homely warmth at the Beavers' house.
The long walk and Father Christmas, and the spring, and Aslan, and the wolf and the Witch.
The long, long night, and the Deeper Magic from before the dawn of time.
Cair Paravel, and the smell of the sea and the cry of the gulls and the music of the merpeople.
The cool stone and polished wood, smooth silks and rich velvets and the odd, diamond smell of the treasure chamber.
The patter of courtiers's feet and the hum of feasts and the rich laughter of friends, so many friends.
The fresh green of each spring, on the grassy rides and the beech trees and adorning the dryads' hair.
The sheer joy and colour of summer, baking hot days, and pearls of rain, and the inky blue of a midsummer sky when the stars hang so low it feels as if you could reach up and pick them like blossom.
The harvest wealth of autumn, red and golden brown, glowing with slanting sunlight.
The fine, white beauty of winter, crisp frosts and dustings of snow, and always the great snow dance, to help remember that winter is Aslan's, too.
Sailing and swimming, rides and walks, feastings and festivals, golden sunrises out of the eastern ocean and flaming red sunsets against the western mountains.
Each New Year, Susan remembers all of these...
… and how all that truly matters of them is waiting for her in Aslan's country.
Once a Queen in Narnia, always a Queen in Narnia. Just a little further up and further in.
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A/N: The summary is a quote from a song. Alas, I cannot remember the title! ;)
Happy New Year, everyone!