The sun is searching for a place to stay

[sovay]

We are estimated to receive a foot of snow in the year's first winter storm, which is busily plastering over our windows as municipal snowplows bang in the street outside. I can't tell yet if staying inside for snow feels altered by this year of staying inside for plague, nine months now and no nice due date to point to. Lately I have been falling asleep in the evenings and waking after midnight when I would prefer to be winding down to sleep. Tomorrow I have to call the kind of bureaucracy that's trying to kill me, not the much rarer kind that I was so pleasantly surprised to deal with last week. I couldn't catch the real sodium-pinpointed wind-blue of the air no matter how I tried, but I liked watching the white sand of the snow blow past our back deck.

Comments

[sovay]

I have a horror of the White Death, the freezing starving Fimbulwinter, that absolutely precludes any such “enjoyment” of what is genuinely trying to kill me.

I love winter, I'm afraid, almost as much as I love autumn, but I can do you a Ragnarök.

[selkie]

a) I always place this in your body of work far earlier than 2015; clearly I need a temporal re-pinning of the map

b) Is this the first arch of your glorious, intricate chancel screen of ...maybe don't fuck that person/entity/harbinger ?

[sovay]

a) I always place this in your body of work far earlier than 2015; clearly I need a temporal re-pinning of the map

It was written in 2010 and originally published in 2011 in Not One of Us! Your temporal sense is, in this case, spot-on. It's just been reprinted twice since then.

b) Is this the first arch of your glorious, intricate chancel screen of ...maybe don't fuck that person/entity/harbinger?

It may be an early finial or something, yes.