November 9th, 2008

caillebotte_man at his window

Chilled

Last night's rain, despite its early bluster, was minimal. Clouds continued to save a bit of the day's warmth, but morning turned cold as the sky cleared. There was no rain today. Now it is a chill night. There is a movement of the air too slight to be called a breeze. It is damp, and the faintest of fogs makes the moonlight almost palpable. The world is silent, so that my blind footstep finding a dry leaf brings a crunch at which I pause, dismayed, as though I had broken a glass. The cold spills over me and I shiver.

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