★★★ At daybreak, the heaters were blowing, in the bedroom and living room alike. The freezing point was almost visible, going from microclimate to microclimate: the puddles on Amsterdam had skins of ice, but the ones on Columbus were liquid. A white glaze of iced-up snow stuck to some car roofs but not others. It seemed possible that the ice preferred Nissans, or older cars, but then there was a solid coat of it on the flat top of a Geländewagen 500. Bundled-up couples were out with dogs or with bundled-up strollers. It was bright and blue, but not convincingly so. A thin scrim of cloud was in the east, and it would escort the sun across the sky all day, thickening along the way. At night, the top horn of the crescent moon stuck out, distinct but soft-focused, behind the top of the nearest apartment tower, with Jupiter shining above and beside it.
Monday, March 18th, 2013