The Settling Day

The shadows cast by the setting sun are like trails of watercolor ink: icy blue over white. In a landscape made vivid and smooth by sharp light and snow, everything holds still. They say Winter will shake and fall heavier tomorrow. In this moment, though, the skies are perfect blue and clear. Deep, till the top of the settling day.

It is pretty.

But the air is as sharp as glass. It pulls vapour from your breath and sets your flesh to shivering in seconds.

Still, it's Friday -- and the tower of moments ahead feel cleaner, more free because of that.

Cool.