Thursday, November 30, 2006

There is snow

There is snow on the bush outside the window this morning and in the street and on the rooftops across the alley. It's really quite cold and the cold and the snow make everything move slowly. The few people in the streets walk slowly and the cars drive slowly and slide when they stop. The snow and the cold make my thoughts move slowly. Are they moving at all, or would it be better to say they are slow to form?