The sun slips away, like a face disappearing under dark velvet blankets. The temperature falls. I shiver, pull my hat down close.
The sun slips away, like a face disappearing under dark velvet blankets. The temperature falls. I shiver, pull my hat down close.
[...] disappearing under dark velvet blankets. The temperature falls. I shiver, pull my hat down close. (Jan. 9) Winter rain, cold, hard, quiet, steady all day. Inside, behind curtains, I want the rain’s [...]