March 02, 2005

Just a Note on the Schizophrenia of the Weather

The kitten’s at it again --- I woke this morning to fat flakes descending from the sky, and the clouds had that grey sway-bellied look that in America I would associate with a bunch of fat bastards who had just settled in for the day. Furthermore, there was a lightening flash and a peal of thunder while I was getting ready for work. But by the time I walked out the door the snow had stopped, and now as I sit on the bus the sky over the road is split --- on the left, Crayola-perfect sky blue, with a few ragged scripts of cloud, on the right, a solid ashy wall, like the underbelly of an under-laundered duvet.

Posted by Diablevert at March 2, 2005 07:50 AM | TrackBack

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