It's 5:00 P.M. Streetlamps are coming on
It’s raining. Outside crawls a freezing hangover of an afternoon and I look out on it from the cold sinking corner of the dining room. Over the pachysandra hangs an almost bare oak bough-a shivering, ratty collection of orange-yellow leaves dangling from the slick black branches, shiny droplets dropping off the lowest points of everything.
Beyond the tree is a landscape painted with a palette of dumpster colors: leaves colored like Russian dressing and mucus green, street and sky sandwiching it with dark and light gray… flat patches of pine needles and leaves rotting in a scattered line all up and down Sunset Drive. Beyond that hangs a never-ending ceiling of blank gray, high above the reaching branches of naked trees.
None of this would really trouble me but the rain, it isn’t even consistent. It’s a petty grudging rain. The kind that makes you watch a Tremors marathon, bang your knee or pull the newspaper out of its clingy, grit-covered plastic sleeve. Plus my fingers are freezing and will not warm up again.
In the news however Colin is home from Boston and Chris from Vassar. And this means it will be a Smash-tacular evening. My hair is also about five times shorter. No pictures, you'll just have to imagine it.
Beyond the tree is a landscape painted with a palette of dumpster colors: leaves colored like Russian dressing and mucus green, street and sky sandwiching it with dark and light gray… flat patches of pine needles and leaves rotting in a scattered line all up and down Sunset Drive. Beyond that hangs a never-ending ceiling of blank gray, high above the reaching branches of naked trees.
None of this would really trouble me but the rain, it isn’t even consistent. It’s a petty grudging rain. The kind that makes you watch a Tremors marathon, bang your knee or pull the newspaper out of its clingy, grit-covered plastic sleeve. Plus my fingers are freezing and will not warm up again.
In the news however Colin is home from Boston and Chris from Vassar. And this means it will be a Smash-tacular evening. My hair is also about five times shorter. No pictures, you'll just have to imagine it.