We’ve got snow, snow, snow upon snow. And more to come for days to come.
When I was in high school, during a piano lesson, my remarkable teacher stopped me playing and said, “What color is the light outside the window?” I said, “Blue?” and she said yes, and seemed so happy that I’d noticed. It was a snow day, like today. I still love warm inside light and cool outside light, and that’s never more beautiful than on a snow day. I love the quiet when the snow starts falling, I love the streets with no cars on them, I love snow when it’s new and clean and quiet (yes, again, quiet). In my little city I love neighbors helping each other, when they emerge from their houses looking confused and brand new. I love the feeling, ingrained from the days we’d listen to school closings on the radio, that this is a gift of an in-between day and you could do anything, but it’s probably better to do nothing–in your pajamas.
Long time long time crush:
“A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.” – James Joyce
I tried to record the Podcast in which I discussed Out of the Ordinary, and here it is. I recorded it while it was playing on my computer, and the sound is a bit off, and you can hear Clio ringing her collar bells, and Isaac giggling, and David sneezing, and me typing. But there’s some good music and nonsense talking there as well. In case you missed it!