A Time and a Place

Today is the last day of my Christmas break before returning to the bowels of crime and punishment. The winter face is showing its colors, "where, outside, rain and wind combine with a furtive ear, if I strive to speak, with a hostile eye... a malice that marks each word, each sign..."* Maybe that's the reason I prefer blogging to speaking.

I was writing a new blog when Raymond, whom I met in ou sont les neiges d'antan?, brought over a Christmas gift. A surprise but not an unwelcome visit. The time and the place were right.

After Raymond's visit, a writer's block ensued. The blog on an Edward Hopper painting and the approaching new year will not be written this afternoon.


*Robert Browning - "Never the Time and the Place"