A silvery day in Seattle

It’s the kind of day where the air is so cold it feels liquid. There’s a scene in A Swiftly Tilting Planet where Gaudior tries to teach Charles Wallace to drink moonlight, and that’s what days like this always feel like to me: that the world is full of water so cold and exquisitely clear that it’s become nearly intangible.

I think these things to make myself feel better about the prospect of spending nine hours in a metal box outside selling pies. Wish me luck.