Keeping secrets and shutting eyes

It is finally, really snowing, sticking on cars and branches and the needles of the yew tree. A municipal truck just went rattling down our street to plough the thin furrows both ways. Nothing is very good right now. I am trying to hold to the important things.

Sent the birds as kites without the string

It snowed all throughout the day—it is still snowing faintly, dustily in the streetlight—so in the evening I walked around in it. It was the first time I had left the house not on cat-related medical business since New Year's Eve.