Snow Day

It’s still April, but barely. In the dark of the earliest hours of the 30th, I wake to pitch dark and silence. Unusually dark and silent. Electricity’s out. I try to go back to sleep—the conditions are ideal, after all—but disturbing thoughts about the possible cause of a power outage insert themselves. What steals into…

Hope Springs

Every year it’s the same: as temperatures start creeping up, offering reassurance that winter is winding down, I start obsessing over color. This is a spring thing for many of us living in the world’s temperate zones, I suppose, but I can’t help but feel there’s something slightly dysfunctional about my preoccupation. Don’t get me…