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The snow and the twilight have turned the air as cloudy blue as seaglass, so that trees, telephone poles, houses with yellow-lit windows, fade off much more quickly into the dusk as into fog. I shoveled the front walk and the driveway twice in the same hour and they don't look it. Three days ago, I walked into Harvard Square under such warmth of the sun that I was carrying my jacket over my arm before I'd gotten ten feet from the subway, thinking that any day now I could sing "Wild Mountain Thyme." This ghost-blue storm is midwinter, not less than a week from spring. I baked apples for dessert; I'm translating Greek lyric. Right now, I can live with this.

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[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Lovely imagery.

It's been fierce snowy here as well. The walk I cleared at five this afternoon has got another two or three inches on it. Roads were terrible; my folks got out to take my mother's sister to the train station and pick my father's sister up at the same, but it was, I'm told, dodgy driving.