rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Winter Night

It is the coldest night so far this year. Returning indoors after only a few minutes in the open air, my ears burn. What remains of last night's snow has frozen, and makes a loud crunch when walked on. The damp asphalt of the street utterly absorbs the moonlight and is darker than the deepest shadows. The sparse winter stars are visible through thin puffs of cloud which are no more than a pale pattern against the dark sky. But the moon is bright, and the shadow of the fruitless mulberry tree is sharply etched on the snow. It looks like a series of elaborate channels; a relief map of the delta of some ancient river, flowing into a desert once a sea. The night has an eerie, haunted beauty, but I am glad that I have a warm room to return to, and a cat curled sleeping at my feet. A night like this is too cold, and too large.
Subscribe

  • Reset Twenty-Two, Day Two

    Here is oddness. Thursday evening I found myself tired again, so instead of fixing dinner I went in to take a nap. It was a bit after ten o'clock in…

  • Reset Twenty-Two, Day One

    Despite a nap that lasted from sometime shortly after noon (I can't recall exactly when) until after five o'clock in the evening, I find I can barely…

  • Day Out

    Tuesday I was not at my best, but I still went out and made a bank deposit (ATM) and shopped in a couple of stores. My niece had picked up a few…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments