It feels like summer//70 degrees// Shorts to class.
I am entirely unprepared for a real winter.
Winters are long here.
The road a dark gray, the maples gray, silvered with lichen,
and the sun low on the horizon,
white on blue; at sunset, vivid orange-red.
When I shut my eyes, it vanishes.
When I open my eyes, it reappears.
Outside, spring rain, a pulse, a film on the window.
And suddenly it is summer, all puzzling fruit and light.
– Louise Glück, Winter Morning
For your Monday:
+ A pretty song about frost falling (?) for your week.
+ A pretty photo of St. Petersburg in snow
+ A pretty video of Iceland
[Photos: Comfortably cool September days in Virginia and North Carolina//Grace Farson]