I love to write, but I have no illusions about the quality of my prose. As Brian Regan says, I know enough English to get by, to order in restaurants. That – and the fact that I’m busy rewriting a screenplay – prompts me to use someone else’s article as my post today.
This is not just any writer, he’s my favorite writer. Mark Helprin has written novels, short stories, commentaries, kids’ books, and presidential speeches. I will read anything he writes. Even when I disagree with him, I am in awe of him.
This article is representative of his style. He has a thing for winter and cities; this touches on both. It even makes this winter tolerable. Enjoy.
The Fire We Tend Against Winter by Mark Helprin
Limping in the Light 
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