31 December 2012
Excellent. The sky is blue
here in Minneapolis. Different than what I’ve been seeing over the last two
weeks at home. Snowy. It’s probably chilly too. By time I get to G.R.—fo sho.
Then two full days to entertain myself and . . . interim starts. Not crazy over
the empty days, simply because my movement is so stinking limited.
When the ground is covered in
snow and the temperatures drop severely, it is still captivating, the
neighborhoods, the naked trees; it takes lifting one’s eyes from the ground,
focusing on something other than the often grey skies to note.
Is it that easy? No, of course
not. The cold curls chins into chests, shoulders into shields; it broadens
backs and the gaze gravitates groundward.
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