Saturday, March 16, 2013


The snow transitions through a fine sleet, to misting rain. Even though the sky hangs close overhead, the air seems very clear and full of light, as if the sun is about to break through somewhere (it never does), and everything is distinct and sharp in the grey afternoon.

We walk past a man and his son. "Glooooom," I say, and Katie echoes: "Glooooooom."

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