The fish may be burning, but outside in NYC the snow was 4 inches deep at 6 AM. The headlights of dark trucks starting up on the side streets lit the descending flakes in their pale amber glow. These sections of confetti warmth floated in the glittering expanse of blued snow. I made very quiet footprints with my furry boots, thinking that a snow picnic breakfast would have been fun.
2 comments:
That's great. I suppose, being me, I'd like it even more without the writing. (Sorry). But it's great. Great.
I really like your work. This piece is hauntingly beautiful. Thanks for posting!
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