Wuthering Heights is one of my favorite novels, I first read it when I was somewhere in the neighborhood of twelve years old. I’ve since reread it many times. Over the last few weeks, I’ve found it to be much the muse for my current work in progress. As a result, I’ve been spending quite a bit of time with Kathy and Heathcliff, though I’ve not yet taken to reading the novel in its entirety again, (I think the last time I read it was in 2012) I’ve thumbed through the pages, and recently spent a few hours watching my favorite film adaptation, by Masterpiece Theatre. One of my favorite quotes from the novel is:
Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
The photograph below was captured on a cold, foggy day this winter. It is how I imagine many of the days would’ve been like for Kathy and Heathcliff while they tramped about on the moors. Because Wuthering Heights is this muse of mine, whispering over my shoulder, I felt compelled to create something to honor it, the result was this graphic I’ll pin to my inspiration board.
Growing up in South Florida we never saw many cold days and cold foggy days were this enigma I only really ever read about. As an adult, it is these cold, overcast, foggy days I love most during the winter months here in northern Italy. For me they are this paradox of mystery and magic, especially when the mist hangs low across fields or is caught as in the case in this photo like clouds beneath the umbrella of trees.