Writing in short bursts now and then. Or a bunch at once. It depends.
Friday, December 02, 2005
it's snowing here. just the teensiest bit. it'll never stick, 41 degrees. the wind intermingles flakes and leaves and flings them all about recklessly. now it's harder to see the white bits from the brown bits. bound to end at any second. meteorologists forecast nothing about it. distant patches of blue reveal hints of sunshine. there will be no evidence remaining of this precipitation. it's my little secret. winter is here.