Rhapsody in Gray
“Conducive to study” is what we’d have called a day like this back at Reed: tiny, pricking raindrops falling from the sky like cold needles, the whole outside a blanket of dampness and gray. It makes you want to go the the library, make a bright corner, keep dry with old books, and dose yourself with good warm coffee.
The weather report for the next few days is nasty, damp and above freezing. I used to hate the cold, but I don’t anymore. Cold now feels to me adventurous, virtuous, and right. Maybe the years in Ithaca shifted my baseline. I don’t know. I want to get on a train and ride it up into the frosty north. Vermont! Massachusetts! I want to see my breath condensing in a cloud.
Last week, it snowed for the first time. I was walking home from Anna’s house, past an athletic field on Montrose Avenue. The snow looked sensational swirling in front of those megawatt sports-field lights. A handful of guys underneath, playing soccer. While I was standing at the bus stop, the lights switched off all at once, like a thunderclap. The players sent up a groan.
I want more snow.
For the meantime, here’s a picture of a cute girl (that would be Meg) enjoying a cute meal at our place a couple of weeks ago.
Broccoli with lemon butter, pumpkin risotto, and “pork strips” with apples. A meal for winter.
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