The photo also reminded me of this passage from Toni Morrison's magnificent book Beloved:
In Ohio seasons are theatrical. Each one enters like a prima donna, convinced its prformance is the reason the world has people in it. When Paul D had been forcd out of 124 into a shed behind it, summer had been hoofed offstage and autumn with its bottles of blood and gold had everybody's attention. Even at night, when there should have been a restful intermission, there was none because the voices of a dying landscape were insistent and loud. Paul D packed newspaper under himself and over, to give his thin blanket some help. But the chilly night was not on his mind. When he heard the door open behind him he refused to turn and look.
Now, I just hope that some day those two get all bundled up, take a long walk around Sofia the day the first snow of the season has just fallen and the entire city is just FRANTIC, and at the end of the day return to our favorite bar and just... sort of... you know... chat about it. How awesome would it be to eavesdrop on THAT conversation.
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