a gift from the sky

yesterday was all conversations about how i wasn't ready to watch the winter fade. my skin has adjusted to the tones and currents of the winter. i've fallen in love with the snow curling on the corners of steps and on the sides of yards. seventy degrees is some other strange planet i'm not ready for yet.

this morning i woke to find that snow had turned the night to day and in honor of it, i'm spending a few minutes with proust and standing in his gardens and walking those lowlit streets of his. and smiling.

2008-03-02 | 11:03 a.m.
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