Yesterday was miserable: cold, gray, sheets of wind-blown rain. The building was creaking all afternoon.
Walking home (via Blockbuster, where I rented “Insomnia”), though, the rain settled into a fine mist, and by the time I poked my head out of my bedroom window after dinner, it was the most beautiful fall night you’ve ever seen.
The clouds were low and fast over the city, illuminated by a waxing moon. The air was dry and cool. This morning, the sun is raging in a crystal clear blue skies, and I’m struck by how quickly it had all changed.
I guess that’s worth noting. Worth remembering.