This week has been classic Pennsylvania winter.  By which I mean that the sky and landscape are at Grey, 20%, and seem uninclined to change.  I don’t even need to take a picture to show you.  This is what it looks like:

Not enough detail?  Oh, okay.  Here:

Note the tiny frozen sun.

So my mood has not been super cheery.  But I am trying to practice some gratitude.  Here’s two good things:

I went to the libray Monday and had an incredible run of Library Luck.*  I found 6 (six. SIX!) books I wanted to read:

• Discord’s Apple – Carrie Vaughn
• Shiver – Maggie Stiefvater
• Spider Bones – Kathy Reichs
• The World Has Changed; Conversations with Alice Walker
• The Best American Poetry 2010
• Lighten Up – Peter Walsh

Can I just say how much I love poetry anthologies? Looooooooove. All the inspiration with none of the boredom.  There’s even a John Ashbery poem in there that I could partially make sense of.

Second good thing: When I was driving home at twilight, the light was blue.  Blue, I tell ya.  The way it gets only when there’s a lot of snow cover.  It was just ethereal.  I feel like I spend a lot of time writing poems where I try to describe the quality of light, and I never can capture that winter blue.

 

*Library Luck = When you go to the library and spontaneously find two or more books you’re totally excited to read.  Six is a pretty impressive number for my small library.