…I think winter is especially magnificent to look at. In New York, the buildings become stark geometry, light in front of shadow, shadow in front of light. It’s fantastic! And then in the country, well-defined shapes strike against each other, in white, pale blue-gray, and lavender-brown. Woops, it looks like those years of painting class snuck themselves onto me! Better show you a picture of
It’s a time of transition, isn’t it? Just because some weirdos decided it would be better to start a new year at the winter solstice instead of the spring equinox? I don’t know. I just know that everywhere I go, peeps are itching to move onto something, or someplace, new. South America, Asia, California, New York, Vermont, anywhere but here. Maybe this makes sense, meteorologically, after all. Winter, even though it can look so lovely, and crisp, and pristine, is a real drag. So a person starts to think, man, I gotta do something else with my life. Which makes sense, because basically the thing you’re doing with your life at this point is sitting inside watching TV and playing video games, eating too much chocolate, sleeping late, and trying to maintain feeling in your fingers and toes. So then, come spring, you either really do something new, or you don’t. Now is when the idea is germinated. At any rate, it seems that the early twenties New York City recess is coming to a close for many of my college chums. Then what? Maybe I should move to Dublin, or London, or something.
