Outside looking in.
February 8, 2007
The snow fell quietly through the night, dampening the sound around our ears, brightening otherwise darkened corners.In the morning, zipped up jackets, cardboard cups of coffee, hot chocolate and tea, wooly hats and fingerless gloves are accesorised around music players and newspapers.
Dirt-ridden buses weave their way through the traffic and slush. The people making their commute look warm; I’m sure the weather is even prettier from their viewpoint. But what do I know? I’m on the outside looking in. I can only imagine.