Monochroming

The ground is brighter than the sky; everything tilting toward monochrome. The snow is almost invisible in the air. It is like white sand, thin swirling.

I sat at the table, looking through the Sunday paper circulars. Sipping coffee and browsing gadgets, movies, clothes. Read the comics and pondered dusting. Slipped onto the Web and put on some U2, instead.

I had an oddly disconsolate dream last night: a stranger in an old suit giving me sad advice. At the moment, I feel like going out wearing a preponderance of white. Blending into the landscape like a ghost.

I hope the lights look pretty, tonight.

"When the soul wants...the soul waits..."