Aurora Irrealis

"Most art is sincere. And most art is bad." --Igor (Stravinsky)

Monday, December 17, 2007

Thunder in the Snow

I saw lightning and heard thunder today, for the first time -- in a snowstorm.
It was astonishing to experience, once you understood the source of your wonder.

We've had a fierce downfall all today. The biggest and most dangerous snowstorm I think I've ever seen -- not that the accumulation is so fierce, but the blizzard. Actual warnings to stay off the roads.

I'm inexplicably sad today. Could it come from the unexpected disappointments of late? Or the finishing of a novel, the falling out of the grip of its spell, its fantasy, back to earth. Where aimlessness abounds. Where is the heroic redemption?

I have not been able to stay warm, I think that says it all.

Music for this post: Beirut.