October 2006
fog
13 October 2006, around 11.26.
The trouble with epigraphy.
A fog has settled in for the winter and, although the café is warm and bright, the bustle and noise merely accentuate the drizzle and dark outside. It is my favorite time of year. It feels right to be inside, to be making things with my hands and reading books. Not as though there is something else I should be doing. Intimations of usefulness.