With a View
November 21, 2010 § Leave a comment
The wise woman in Flat 3/3 can smell snow, or so she tells to me. I am reminded of then, when we sat on my sill and smelt it coming through the streets. It settled beneath us. It was black and we looked out, and we could feel it. Yet I could see nothing, and my feet were cold and trembling. I leaned back. And that was that.