Snow all day yesterday and last night here in Providence, so the world is white again. Frankly, I much prefer it to the brown dead of winter. A huge sea gull just flew past my window. The neighborhood is silent, except for snow blowers.
In like a lion...
And there's this grand quote from Lord Dunsany:
Beyond the wide court slept a dark abyss, and into the abyss there poured a white cascade of marble stairways, and widened out below into terraces and balconies with fair white statues on them, and descended again in a wide stairway, and came to lower terraces in the dark, where swart uncertain shapes went to and fro.
Oh, and I think I have formulated a perfectly accurate definition of the unctious phrase "people skills": The willingness to suck cock or eat shit without promise of any appropriate remuneration, especially in the absence of any invitation or instruction to do so. (See, cocksuckers, shiteating).
I snapped a couple of photos of the snow this morning, which you may see behind the cut. I've unmade doughtnuts in need of my attention.
Addendum: Something very beautiful (thank you, TJ) from I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, "The Owl":