2009-12-18 - 6:27 p.m.
Cold here, the thick cold seeping in through the seams around these old windows. So much of my life, lately, happens by these windows looking out on the alley. Sounds, sights, occasional looks in far-away lit windows. So much going on, on this little back street.
Big snow coming and it's exciting. You can feel it in the air: the crisp cold, gray sky, heavy moisture. Everything slows a bit, or quickens. It's hard to tell which, but what's clear is that something's afoot. I read The Lord of the Rings a few years ago and he's always talking about ill winds and pleasant winds and the winds are never just inert. They always mean something. I had a writing teacher tell me once that stories happen on the days that are not like the others, and today feels like one of those days.
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