November 13th, 2014



Really and truly: sticking to the ground and the street and everything.

Every time it snows--every time--I have this breathless, yearning, delighted feeling, like I could/should almost crawl out of my skin (myself) in order to get into it properly. Same feeling I get while driving through the rolling Pennsylvania farm country, or look out over the ocean in the early morning or dying evening, or in winter when the trees are like black lace against a twilight sky.

It's only 9 pm and I have a headlamp. I think I'm going for a walk.