Tiny birds flicker like flames, silhouetted against the snow.

I’m sitting here watching TV, my stomach stretched tight as a drum.
We’re watching
Brideshead Revisited – all eleven hours of it, a
twenty-year-old production of Evelyn Waugh’s book. I’ve never seen it
before, nor read the book, but its beautiful language, incomparable
settings (Castle
Howard
, Venice, the QE II) and acting gems (from John Gielgud
and Laurence Olivier) hooked me. Suffused with melancholy,
spiced with humor, its story of love, loss and faith keeps me watching.