Coffee-making as spiritual experience
On my way out earlier this evening, it began snowing. The soft, drifting kind that sticks but not for too long. The wind had picked up when I was about halfway to my destination. Where Grove is the cross-street and I turn onto Whitney. (I'd first noticed the flakes while on what I believe might've been Wall St., I no longer remember, but it was right past an entrance to the Sterling Memorial Library that I'd used for work back in 2007 as part of a college job) By the time I got to where I was going, the wind was howling and the snow was swirling. I came back outside after to a light dusting. Patches of sidewalk were wet where the stuff had already melted. But when I came back to the apartment, my beard was wet too. And I was smiling.