photo: Allison Devers
I’m re-reading Howards End for the first time in a decade or more, and @andevers’s cozy shot of snowy London crossed my desk shortly after I’d gotten to Margaret and Mrs. Wilcox’s Christmas shopping expedition:
They drove from shop to shop. The air was white, and when they alighted it tasted like cold pennies. At times they passed through a clot of grey.
Last winter was exhausting but the snow drought we’re having here in New England is creeping me out.