Some throats sing best when sore.
Some rain makes dark so bright gray is a color people envy.
The tall woman in the black dress stands over a book before the window, Hawthorne walkers lean under awnings on the other side of glass. This woman's hair runs threads of silver gathered with a solid clasp, she wears black stockings, black shoes and her left ankle holds a bracelet as shiny as fresh salmon scales. December days are sleep walking. One hand turns a page and all the words run into a sentence long enough for a month. These days you are in places you never knew you would be.