at the edge of dusk

It’s dark in the apartment right now. Had to turn on lights. It feels like doom, this hour of a winter day, when outside the sky appears bright but none of its quality seems able to leak through the panes, rendering rooms full of too many shadows. It feels too early for all this incandescent, but there you have it; light bulbs or slinking doom darkness draped from walls and hiding behind chairs.

Winter returned overnight; a slushy icing and wet stinging pellets with the wind. It’ll be an indoors kind of weekend in the city. A beer and hot yoga and painting kind of weekend.

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