Today’s sky has no color, but it subtly affirms its existence by enveloping the tops of buildings downtown. Nothing shines today, and nothing reflects. Against flat gray, colors are their truest.
It’s Saturday, and I’m cozy in my lived-in apartment where the walls curve to become the ceiling. I’m reading novels under a quilt, drinking Emergen-C cocktails, trying to minimize the damage of the cold that might as well be autumn’s shadow, always lingering a few steps behind as I welcome autumn again.