December 2, 2019
Itís just beautiful out there today. A crisp, frosty morning and a sky of such clarity that the distant outlines of buildings are so razor-edged they almost hurt your eyes. And just now, speeding into a sunset in which the wash of red and orange is spread so widely that a whole semicircle of horizon glows like a brazier, the rails ahead blazing with it, like they are fresh out of the furnace; the first stars scattered overhead like cold sparks. I love winter days like this. I love them more fiercely and achingly as they become ever rarer.