Friday, December 11, 2009

Changes in the air.

This morning (and days prior) the river was steaming downtown. Big billowy clouds of steam rolling off the water.
 
A small sign of things to come. Today the temperature didn't drop below zero. Tonight the snow moves in. We can use the blanket, I think.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Morning.

Last night was bell-clear. The cold settles everything out of the air. It's as if the night holds its breath, waiting for morning.
 
Dawn rises a soft pink. Small clouds hang low, puffs of frozen breath snagged in the trees.
 
We wake slowly, the sun itself finding it difficult to rise this crisp, cold morning.

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Last night was bell-clear. The cold settles everything out of the air. It's as if the night holds its breath, waiting for morning.
 
Dawn rises a soft pink. Small clouds hang low, puffs of frozen breath snagged in the trees.
 
We wake slowly, the sun itself finding it difficult to rise this crisp, cold morning.
 
 

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Little things.

We squabbled a little last night over whether it was a good idea for Charlie to ride his bike to work tomorrow (a couple inches of snow on the ground, slick roads, cold temps). I made him promise to ride his bike on the sidewalk if he did (no shoulder or room for cars to manuver around him was my thinking...). He reluctantly agreed.
 
Then the temperature dropped to -4 this morning. He was pleased to have a ride to work, I think (he certainly didn't argue!).
 
 

Likes and Dislikes.

Things that I do like:
 
Cubes of Cotija Cheese in my Tortilla soup. They are squeaky like cheese curds and salty like love.
Very cold glasses of water. Even when it's cold out.
4 degrees below zero. The absense of degrees. The twinge of an "event" that goes along with those days, and seperates them from the ho-hum. Sub item: squeaky snow.
Honey crisp apples. They are always crisp!
Falling asleep on the couch.
 
Things that I don't like:
 
Being pressured into adopting Christmas into my heart prematurely for the season. I will get there in my own good time.
People who lack a sense of boundaries, or, (equally) those who have a very different perception of where those boundaries should be drawn.
Cleaning the bathroom.
Scraping the frost off the windshield in the morning.