It’s windy and blue outside. Storm windows rattle, and the sky shines like a 56 Chevy–a bright and heavy blue that looks more like enamel than paint.
Through it the sun’s light has a clarity it doesn’t have on most days. It makes the snow positively gleam. It is afternoon and I have East- and North-facing windows, so no direct sunlight gets inside my apartment, but I have to squeeze the blinds a bit just to keep from being blinded by the snow light.
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And dusk. A slightly rose-colored yellow skims over the roof peaks, suggesting a beautiful sunset. I feel I should run out and photograph it. But I have supper on the stove, and everything, even my favorite diversions like my camera, feel just too heavy to be bothered with. And the windows steam over from the pot of boiling potatoes, obscuring the view outside but still letting in just the dying light.