Friday, January 25, 2013

January 2013



The orange light of the sometimes on sometimes off streetlamp cast a muted now and then light. When it was on, I was captivated with the sheen of the ice sheet. I could feel a miniature continental glacier in the gentle ebbs and flows of the ice-capped snow in my garden. I could hardly wait for morning when I could skate-walk, slip, slide, crash, and maybe crawl on all fours to my car for my daily m├ętro, boulot, dodo commute.