Winter Walls
It is a purple and white evening — and my toes are cold.
Things have slipped deeper into chilly realms. The snow (frozen down to an almost dry glitter) casts more light than the sky above it. It is very still outside. In here, it is quiet…winter pressing in through the walls.
So for me it is a “hot soup for supper” kind of evening. Then a movie. Once Upon a Time in Mexico. And socks, I think.
Hope your weekend is going well.
January 26th, 2004 at 5:30 AM
The Shoveler
Shoveling snow before dawn can be a very peaceful thing. It was quiet outside. Very calm. Not even especially cold (though my toes, now de-thawing, might argue that point). I just cut a path to, and around, the car. Then…