A thin layer of melting snow on the porch roof my windows look over, all but water and glittering ice and a mist rolling off the surface in the sun. So many brilliant reflections from the wet walks and ice lining the trees, I see only silouhuettes against the glare from where I sit with the sun hitting my face throught the high panes of my window.
***
Unplugging now and going to C's house for the rest of the weekend. The cell won't work, the wireless won't work. I won't be here, I'm guessing, until Sunday night or Monday morning when I will have read a book or two. That's the plan. And I'm going for a run as soon as I get there because it's so beautiful. The sky here is like nothing on earth--and we desert people have amazing sky.
***