.... are bad for the soul.
We had our first snow of the winter in the early hours of this morning. Ordinarily this provokes a childish glee in me. But today was not a day for glee. The whole day passed in a twilight gloom; a penetrating mizzle dampening clothes and spirits, reducing visibility to a few hundred yards, washing almost all the snow away by mid-morning; the sodden air suffused with coal smoke and petrol fumes, a choking miasma of an unearthly, sulphurous, sepia hue.
This was not a good day for getting anything done. Certainly not a good day to try a last-ditch lunch with Madame X (that had been my plan when I woke up - ha!). This was a day for duvets and blackout curtains and turning the bloody phone off.
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And it was the anniversary of my mum's death - which is never a good day for me.
One of my worst China memories.
Sorry, dear.
Yesterday was quite awful. And I wish for you it hadn't fallen on such an emotionally packed day.
But it's a new day, the sun's out, the mountains are in view, and I am ready to go out and play. (except for that whole "work" "office" thing that is. If only I had a day off mid-week. Sigh.)
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