Snow

 

January 31, 2026

Beethoven string quartets on CD.

Snow began gently after midnight and has not stopped. At 6 PM it is thick, cold, shearing almost horizontally from the north. Pedestrian traffic down the street of kids and parents dragging sleds behind. I’m trying to think of where the sledding hill would be. A week ago I arrived in Charleston to avoid such an accumulation of events. Many birds at my feeders. I couldn’t account for the mob of robins and others not interested in seed, until I noticed that my gallant little pond pump is the only local source of liquid water. My swollen feet will not permit me to acquire boots, so if I need to go out in this, sneakers are my only available footwear. I’m unduly agitated by winter storms, which more often than not pass without consequence. Beethoven was actually not the right music to play right now. 

It has been suggested, as the Epstein files emerge, that all the agitations of Trump’s administration have been to distract from his criminal pederasty. What a world I aged into! It’s a good bet that those who have clung to him all this while will cling still, the sting of having chosen wrong being harder to acknowledge than atrocity.