Connecting The Dots

The parking lot outside my apartment is already covered in thick glare ice, it would be easier to skate on than to drive across. It is 28º F and snowing steadily, forming a slick layer of snow over the ice. Impossible to go out, so I am inside trying to connect the dull dots available to me in this day. I would rather continue reading another of Ruth Moore's novels about Maine than be living in it.

Connecting The Dots In The Day

by Annmarie Throckmorton 2023