At 4:45 p.m. yesterday, I looked through the over sized windows of The Booze Emporium to see a gorgeous sunset. Clouds were low hanging, the sky was red and I was in awe. The feeling was in direct contrast to the drudgery that sometimes defines the job.
By 5:30 the sky was pitch black and my thoughts turned to cold, wind, snow, ice, the ending of everything and the beginning of nothing.
In 45 short minutes I was reminded of just how little warmth and beauty we get here in New England and just how much cold and ugliness we have to endure.
But it wasn't cold or windy, it wasn't snowing and there was no ice.
ReplyDeleteIt was just night time.