Today my shirt feels like summer.
White, whimsical, flowing, linen. At least two sizes too big. Buttons that look like polished iridescent sea shells.
I’m really not a winter person.
Today the side walks are icy, the snow keeps coming down, and the brisk chill of January has brought a fierceness to the dreary streets of Boston.
I hate it.
Today until the day I can be barefoot again, I hate it.
(I should live in a place where shoes are never necessary.)
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Today & Every Winter Day
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