… in the hallway, the sun shines bright on the Rockville Pike, and UD sits up in bed, reacquainting herself with heat and electricity.
She’s at the Legacy – a boutique hotel, all angular lamps and ochre walls. The guests are mainly, like UD, ‘thesdans thawing out. It’s been quite the blizzard, and it ain’t over yet.
The snow came down thin and sifty like confectioner’s sugar, but when it finally stopped the whole world was whipped cream.
Evergreens leaned and creaked and spilled limbs all over town.
We sat quietly in our cold houses, marveling at how precisely we could see, in winter sunlight and with a backdrop of snow, the wing patterns of birds.
For heat there was the fireplace, and pots of water simmering on the stove, and piles of throws on the bed.
We took turns shoveling the walk and the car, and we managed to keep a path to Rokeby clear.
At night we settled under the throws and held little battery lamps to our chests so that we could read. I chose A Short History of Nearly Everything, a funny, well-written scarefest (asteroids! viruses!).