A frigid day in a frigid week
Cold weather just drags on and on and on. The entire city is hunkered down, nursing furnaces and dealing with burst pipes. Those with school-aged children have the added burden of finding a place for their offspring while the schools are closed.
There is a fine scrim of salt on all of the sidewalks. The snow seems dry. Everything smells metallic and acrid. The sun is out today, bouncing off the hard white snow in cold shafts of glare.
Everything seems to have shut down. Store owners go home early; who can blame them! No one is leaving their homes except by necessity. Here in the ‘burgh, even the news is slow. If it wasn’t for the Inauguration, the papers wouldn’t have anything to talk about.
This is a good day, though, for slow things and for long examination of hearth and home.
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