Anodyne
Saturday, April 15, 2006
 
Five o'clock, the light slowly slipping away. Steely grey clouds, a cold brisk wind hurrying the cherry blossoms down off the trees. A ghost end-over-ending it high overhead, too fast and too distant to capture.

Fresh snow on the North Shore, white slopes piled one above the other, abruptly disappearing into mist. Snow-blind. How wildly blown flakes collapse sound and distance at less than half a dozen meters.

Lemon tea.

A friend's funny shifting walk.
- posted by cjb @ 5:13 PM


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