Worlds Between the Hours

Time is a game played beautifully by children.” – Heraclitus, Fragments

As the last days of the old year fall away, I’m still feeling the festive spirit, especially when I come across an unexpected twinkle-lit window, move among the many shoppers still crossing things off their lists or glance at the glow of the moon nestled against the starry sky. It bubbles up with each holiday card that finds its way pinned to the verdigris garden lattice in our plant corner, knowing that the kitchen cupboards are bursting with winter teas, luscious chocolate, and savoury crackers – these are the days of yuletide revels where dark red wine, nostalgically spiced almond nog and icewine flow, creating warm worlds between the hours. The very air is filled with magic, tendrils of wood smoke and lit candles nudging people home to put the kettle on, light a candle of their own or curl up to read a good book.

This holiday season I received a lovely hand-painted pine wine box from my Mom that sits beneath my bedroom vanity,Β  holding winter books waiting to be opened. I purchased one of the books from my father’s beloved bookstore early in December when I dropped off a holiday card for his favourite bookseller. We used to take a taxi up to West Broadway to wander the stacks, choosing books together while taking in all the colour clamouring for our attention. There were tears and hugs that day but it was a pilgrimage worth taking amid all the hustle and bustle, I’m looking forward to a mid-winter visit to add another new read to the box!

Closer to home, there’s an old wood house painted dark green where a bright pink rhododendron bush blooms no matter the season – I often walk by, drawn to another warm world between hours. Behind the large picture window is beautiful soft lighting, healthy green plants and a few much-loved objects lying just so on the many surfaces surrounding what looks like, a very comfortable couch. There is usually someone reading there, with knees up and dark head bent over unknown pages, revealing even more tantalizing worlds.

It seems that winter tales and hours have chased away the spectre of grief, replaced by the scent of honey and jasmine, outliers of spring bringing hope and new light – and here’s me, with notebook in hand, just waiting…

A Harry Potter scene at the Bright Nights display in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.), captured on a walk through our favourite hidden trail. (Hi, Jade!)

Worlds captured underneath the stone bridge near Beaver Lake in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.).

This wolf’s-head capture reminds me of Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings…we stumbled upon this magnificent tree on that same hidden trail in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.).




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52 Responses to Worlds Between the Hours

  1. I always look forward to your posts, Kim. You paint such glorious and yet personal pictures of the city, the park, a bookstore, or a view through a window. You delight the senses with twinkling lights, a magical rhododendron, egg nog, and the luxury of curling up with a book. I’m glad that your grief is settling and that tiny glimpses of spring are bringing you comfort and cheer. ❀

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  2. Shirley Ross says:

    Glad you love the box, I love trees, and wood brings memories of solid comfort, fireplaces, warm hugs, cosy cottages and forest walks. Love the post,

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    • I found myself walking past that cozy house again yesterday afternoon and smiled when I saw all the familiar elements that caught my imagination…I could feel the possibility of spring on my way home from the coffee bar, it was lighter later and there was a lovely crescent moon winking in the twilight! I’m glad you loved the post, Mom…I love your words, they conjure up so many beautiful things to ponder.


    • michnavs says:

      Hi Shirly…i just wanna say (though a bit late; i was away for a long while)…happy new year …and i adore your gift to Kim. I can almost picture it out myself.

      Kim i adore how you painted with words your personal story of the yuletide season…and that story of yours going to the bookstore along with your dad gave me tears in my eyes…i remembered i used to do the same too with my father as we both love to read, play scrabble (i never win, lol) and crossword puzzle (we buy newspaper only for that crossword, lol)…and i can picture out the gift given by Shirley. She gave me an idea i would find one myself like that too and place it in my table along with some books waiting to be read least i don’t get to look for them alongside the other books which i already read or are least priority to read. As always your photos are stunning..they are visually beautiful and very pleasing to the eyes…

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      • Hi, Mich! That beautiful box also holds articles torn from newspapers, etc., and borrowed magazines from our local library!

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      • Shirley Ross says:

        Thanks for your kind words. I am a person who seems to be so aware of scents, even at my age, and I remember the spearmint around the lake in the mountains by Montreal. I remember when we moved to Vancouver Island, the smell of the wood on the passing logging trucks, even though now I am a tree hugger, I can bring most of my favourite scents to the fore. Lucky to have a daughter who can also bring words to action. Take care and thanks for your kindness.

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  3. Hi Kim! Great post! Reminds me of my time in the pacific NW. There was a great bookstore I used to go to. What a nice memory of those times with your dad. ~Kim.

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    • The Pacific Northwest is a wonderfully, wild place to live…on any given day, just outside my windows, I can see eagles and ravens wheeling by and to still have real bookstores to explore is even better! Thank you so much for stopping by, Kim, it warms my heart.

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  4. calmkate says:

    you write so well, feel like I’ve had a visit thanks for the nog … and loves these shots, magical!

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  5. “As the last days of the old year fall away, I’m still feeling the festive spirit” – such a wonderful opening, Kimberlee! πŸ™‚ Do you have any “themes” for the year, things you would like to accomplish? Just curious, no pressure! πŸ™‚

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  6. What a warm and lovely post on a cold snowy day, Kim. Hugs on the wing.

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  7. This reads so much like an expert of a book I would fall in love with…you have such a profound gift…you speak/write my language…and, I am sure countless others feel the same…oh, how I love the nurturing quality of your exquisitely expressed and detailed offerings…you are such a beautiful soul and your writings reflect that…as all great communications do…I really hope you publish if/when you are ready!!! Either way, you are a best-selling writer, my friend πŸ™‚ ❀

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  8. que sais je says:

    Hi! I like your post:) Maybe you remember me from my previous blog “this life of us”, just wanted to let you know that I am back with a new site! Posting will start soon.

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  9. Jade M. Wong says:

    Omg that’s such a beautiful representation of an equally beautiful Harry Potter scene! (Hi, Kim! πŸ˜‰ )

    HP scene aside, I love the way you write. This entire post read like a daydream and you do such a fantastic job painting the different scenes and taking us through them all.

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  10. Mackenzie says:

    Reading your writing is such a treat for me, Kimberlee! Your style is what I aspire to- it’s just beautiful, deep, intricate, and lovely. Also- I love the β€œHarry Potter” scene- so accurate! Patronus! Have a wonderful week ahead!

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  11. michnavs says:


    I just can’t help but say this…how lucky you are to have such magical nature just around your corner..your photos speak a lot of those magic Kim…i haven’t seen something like that here..

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  12. Wonderful carving in the tree. Its great seeing things like this.

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  13. A beautiful write Kim, I love how you capture the magic of Yuletide, wood smoke and candles πŸ’œ Your mom’s gift now filled with Winter books, including one from your dad’s favourite store, is extra special. Wishing you happy reading and happy walking in your wonderful corner of the world, with love to you and your mom from all of us here πŸ€—πŸ’– xxx

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  14. markmkane says:

    Kimberlee, I always enjoy reading your posts. In my mind’s eye, I am somehow magically transported by your words and feel as if I’m experiencing what you are experiencing. Loved the part of how you reminisced about you and your father traveling by taxi and searching for books together. Such poetry in your words!

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    • This warms my heart…I’m so thankful to have such a lovely platform for sharing memories and my corner of the world…reaching out to all of you here in the WordPress world has been a blessing…thank you (always!) for leaving such beautiful prose with your words, Mark!

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  15. Aakansha says:

    What a lovely post. It’s 1 am here and somehow I’m here on your blog, even thought I’m dizzy with sleep. Your post made me feel so warm and gooey. ❀
    And that Harry Potter scene- So Magical ❀

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  16. Such beautiful memories of your dear Dad and your shared love of books Kimberlee. Your new bookcase sounds wonderful. Wishing you many blessings for the year ahead.

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  17. That first paragraph is delicious – so full of sensual delights, I could taste it! I love the box of books and the memories it conjures, and the picture of warmth and cosiness you’ve built up so well. Beautiful.

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  18. All that lovely wood. The other day I was doing a post-run stretch by leaning against a wooden telephone pole in Seattle, and suddenly noticing the ridges and circles of once-branches embedded in the wood. So pedestrian a use for such a glorious creation, a tree. A once-tree. πŸ™‚

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