… a confluence of these different sensory details:<\/p>\n
— wind-storm outside<\/p>\n
— slate grey sky, bare trees whipping in the wind, grass shriveled and brown<\/p>\n
— the dark grey Hudson River, darker than the sky<\/p>\n
— the sound of the rattling window panes<\/p>\n
— warm cozy lamplight inside, a pot of coffee brewing<\/p>\n
— a morning of writing accomplished at my desk (in its new spot!)<\/p>\n
— a leisurely watching of Ball of Fire<\/i>, starring Gary Cooper and Barbara Stanwyck, a movie I have almost memorized by now. (“Those must be the statistics on San Salvador saltpeter.” “Miss O’Shea … could you … yum-yum me … one more time?”) I love it. It’s such a satisfying<\/i> movie.<\/p>\n
It is the disparity between the indoor and outdoor world that leads to true contentment. Outside is bleak and inhospitable. Inside is warm and safe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
… a confluence of these different sensory details: — wind-storm outside — slate grey sky, bare trees whipping in the wind, grass shriveled and brown — the dark grey Hudson River, darker than the sky — the sound of the … Continue reading