Thursday, December 28, 2006


A terrible thing has happened. Pretty Lady cannot go back to New York today. The spark plugs are mysteriously missing from her 4-wheeler. And there is ice on the driveway. Impassable! And there could be a blizzard any month now.

The sun is shining brightly at the moment, it is true, outlining the crystalline rime of frost dusting the edge of even the veriest needle-leaf of moss; Pretty Lady took a long walk to study this phenomenon in various environments. The miracle was occurring in the cemetary, by the river, in the woods, over the hill, and in the clearing under the power lines. Everywhere.

But a blizzard could hit at Any Moment. It is simply Not Safe to drive back to New York today. Pretty Lady's clients will just have to wait, assuming there are any.


Desert Cat said...

Mm hm. Clients can wait when there's moments of fragile beauty to behold.

Anonymous said...

I too have seen the world encased in ice. Twice! On Long Island.

Every branch. Every twig of every tree.

A wonderous sight.


k said...

Funny how all that works out, isn't it?