Saturday, October 29, 2005

heat and snow

My house is steam-heated, and it is an adventure. It clangs and whistles with zero respect for a proper night's rest. Wakes me up at night. Sounds like someone is trying to break in more often than not. And I know I'll miss it when I am gone.

Today is the first snow. I'm sitting on a red velvet couch in a cafe looking out at huge snowflakes falling on Davis Square. Johnny Cash and that espresso machine sound like an elephant singing an aria. Couples everywhere. Sometimes I think people suffer through the slings and arrows of relationships for the payoff of being in love, or lust, or like, for the first snow.


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