January 23 2008, 10:31 PM A Bit Like A Conversation

These fast few days have been given over and written down somewhat for, in my case, lack of light. By turns the clouds have been close, the afternoon air has been made thick with snow, and when the sun has made appearance the air has snapped with wind, chasing everyone around the corners of buildings and through doors. When this becomes too sapping and I leave to late to take the trek home in good light, I sometimes find myself on the bus.

Occasionally I see friendly faces there. Conversation is somewhat difficult, given the ever present rush hour press, and the air is thick with the battling conversations of others who hail from more thickly populated places where the social contract spells out a privacy in such situations that is different from the standards here. I used to live where they're from, so I know that respect for other's seclusion is such that their own is implied. I find it simple not to listen overmuch. Conversation is also tricky as it tends to come in little packets, the time it takes to get from here to there spread out over the spans of days and weeks, threads of topics lost in the whirl of life outside the commute, moving as it does. It is difficult to keep pace.

Outside, there is a rainbow around the moon. They tell me that this is a sign of snow, and so to does the Weather Service say so. All the weather service has for me, though, is data typeset and chunky maps betraying weather movement in blobs of green and blue. Outside on the porch, there is a rainbow around the moon.