Wind, little birds and power lines

It was supposed to snow this morning but didn't. Instead it's clear, sunny, and 22 degrees F. Wispy, isolated clouds move way too fast, and white seeds fly through the air, teasing me into thinking they're snow flakes. The wind is so strong that the house keeps thrusting east, toward the Hudson River. Every so often I'll look out the window and see some poor sap leaning against the wind, hands hidden beneath arms.




I might go out for kicks (this day being the first in 5 odd years I've seen weather this cold), or at least to check the mail downstairs. More than likely I'll stay in and tidy things up. Remove my crap from the room of Drue's roommate, or clean the layers of collected scum from around the soap dispenser in the bathroom sink. There are dirty dishes to consider. Floors to be swept.

And more cover letters to write.