10:34:24 PM

photo: squirrel eating yew berries

A tenth of an inch of rain. A cardinal eats dried-up grapes from
the vine. Snow flurries melt as soon as they touch. It’s the kind
of weather that objects. No matter what I do, the cold, damp wind is
in my face, the sleet pellets down my neck. It’s good to be inside,
to have a roof over my head, and heat.