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.