It’s like a martian landscape out there. Winter turns familiar things into an alien planet. This isn’t NY its the planet Hoth, and AT-AT are just beyond the horizon line. As terrible as that could be it would make an amazing daily.
Tag: ice
xxxiii
Everything’s frozen. Winter in New York is so gray. Sometimes in an unbearable way. I have to find color where I can get it. A neon sign reflected in a frozen bus shelter will serve for tonight. Shades of gray have their place, but I’m craving color.
