This morning the sun was bright (and the windows were dirty).
I said goodbye to Zephyr.
And Elektra.
And Dante.
I had not slept particularly well, due to a cold that had left my throat a bit scratchy and my chest somewhat constricted, along with a continually beeping fire alarm (via a waning battery) in a neighboring apartment, and finally Dante’s unusual decision to pounce on my chest at three in the morning, but I felt less groggy in the brisk wind and sunlight on Broadway.
The snow was already melting.
At lunch I crossed 34th Street and was faintly reminded of ‘Abbey Road.’
I received a call at work today from Con Edison, telling me that they had arrived at the house to change the outdated meters. Apparently they think it’s more efficient not to schedule an appointment; fortunately, Stephen had yet to leave for work and so was able to let them in.
The new meters are digital, and much easier to read than the old dials.
Outside I contemplated with some sadness the coupons wrapped in plastic that are regularly deposited on to our front steps, which will go directly into the trash; it amazes me that anyone finds this kind of advertising worth paying for, much less reading, but I understand that I am not exactly a ‘typical’ consumer.
On the way back to the apartment, I was distracted by the sun breaking through a heavy bank of clouds.
The effect was quite unusual and (relatively) dramatic as the sun lit up the Hudson and the rooftops of Washington Heights.
The orchids, who have been waiting patiently for this moment, soaked up the late-afternoon sun.
