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Like birds it was against the wall
The sky and the snow outside are lavender. I don't mean this poetically; I mean they are the color of the blossoms when they shade toward grey, a little warmer and a little bluer than a lilac-pointed cat's fur. I figure it's the confluence of dusk and streetlight diffusing from the snow, but it is very beautiful nonetheless.
I made two trips out of the house today. (There were going to be three, but the state of Massachusetts is asking people to stay off the roads.) Around eleven in the morning, the sky was still light; flakes were just beginning to fall. By the time I left the house again around three in the afternoon, the sky was plate-grey and the snow was solid, the dense soft fall that doesn't blow around much: it is no-nonsense snow, filling up the spaces in everything as steadily as it can. The sidewalks were powder over dry glass. I walked in the slushy streets for better traction.
I have no idea what to do with my evening, except drink lots of hot liquids. Maybe I will actually watch something. Maybe I can write.
I made two trips out of the house today. (There were going to be three, but the state of Massachusetts is asking people to stay off the roads.) Around eleven in the morning, the sky was still light; flakes were just beginning to fall. By the time I left the house again around three in the afternoon, the sky was plate-grey and the snow was solid, the dense soft fall that doesn't blow around much: it is no-nonsense snow, filling up the spaces in everything as steadily as it can. The sidewalks were powder over dry glass. I walked in the slushy streets for better traction.
I have no idea what to do with my evening, except drink lots of hot liquids. Maybe I will actually watch something. Maybe I can write.
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Thank you. I worried for a while that I had overused it, writing about my life, and then I think I recognized that as Tiny Wittgenstein.
Whatever your evening brings - words or films - I hope it's a good one.
We seem to have ordered in Indian-Nepalese from Yak & Yeti and watched the first episode of Slings & Arrows. (We've both seen the show previously, but not together.)
Works for me.
ETA: Thanks for the introduction to Liverpool Tide! I'd never heard it before!
You're welcome! It's actually one of my favorite recent PJ Harvey songs; it's off the single of The Devil (2008). I used to sing it a lot. It's an angry song; it's not hopeless, but it's a warning. I associate it weirdly with sirens, even though the sea is only in that one line.
Shipwrecks above Liverpool's tide
We walk alone against the sky . . .
Oh, you never, never know
When love will come or go