five thousand shades of blue
Thursday, December 07, 2000
The fog outside this morning was as thick as pea soup, and the air bitterly cold. It's strange and silent to walk to the bus stop at 6:30 am, seeing all of the Christmas lights glowing in the haze, the smell of the air oddly like a steam room, only the air's so very cold. The only sound at that time is that of a passing car, or the wheels of the rollerblading/biking paper carrier. It is ... peaceful.
It's still very foggy, and I'm sure, very cold, as I glance outside from my perch inside the Atrium. There's a chance of snow actually making it to the valley floor on Monday or Tuesday. Temperatures are supposed to keep dropping as well. Time to cover the windows, for sure. Lows in the teens this weekend (at night). It is the kind of weather that makes one want to burrow under a mound of wool blankets and hibernate.
is
this just not enough…?
