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.