Was it a pretty day today? My uncle arrived home from India today. I picked him up at the airport and he looked thin and tan just the way he wants to be. During the time he spends here, however, he grows fat and pale. Like walking through a veil it's an uncanny transformation, not figurative and very palpable.
It is a shift I too see in myself at times. Like today. A veil of wind washed over all the streets and also over me. Veils of frustration and glory - drenched, dirty, and dying.
It was blue and warm for a few moments today, but the veils brought by the wind shook free some light snow. Icy and cold tonight, no plows.
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