as i look out the extra-wide window of my darkened office overlooking route 80... seeing cars skid below me and brake lights flicker in the distance, cutting into the gray and charcoal coloring the scene, i am daydreaming of my couch... thinking wistfully of my old fireplace in the house where i grew up... a monster of a hearth with a black walnut mantle made from a tree on my family's former golfcourse.
now i live in jersey city. 26.2 miles from where i am now. route 80 to 95 to the turnpike to downtown jersey city where people walk out in front of you without looking... and when you step on your brakes they just stop in the middle of the street...look at you with a cold stare as if they own the world.
i digress.
it's gray out. terribly gray and it's only 2:30pm...the monochromatic tones are causing my body to ache for my afghan and a hot cocoa in an oversized mug which makes me feel like i am five again sans marshmallows.
