Thursday, February 03, 2005

Glaze

A nice glaze of ice is covering the trees outside. I like the word, "glaze". To me it's always sweet. You gaze at the glaze.

We have had a bit of freezing rain. Not to worry, we'll be warmer by noon. Everything will melt and then be forgotten. Winter comes and goes in hours. The bony trees still remind me of the season. Many mysteries uncovered in the naked branches. Before long the fine coat of green leaves and the little world inside the tree.

Early in the morning and I put off my coffee and breakfast. Lie in the bed reading "The World According to Garp". Wait for the first light. There are no sounds outside or in. The blowing of the heater through the vents. The click of the keys.






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