the delightful winter chill

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

When I stepped outside today, there was a crisp chill in the air. A little mist and drizzle hung through, but was immediately assailed by that motionless cutting ether. It's the air we feel in between snow storms in winter. It hangs damply, yet with no weight. The weight of the grey autumn has moved on. Winter, with it's whiteness almost upon us, has driven us out of our holes.

Anyone else in paris noticed it today?