Another Quote

This one from a good book with a bad title, The Cursed by Dave Duncan.

The crimson of his eyes did not flatter the greenish pallor of his skin. He tended to flinch at the crash of falling sunlight. Possibly marriage did not agree with him, but more likely the problem was just weddings.

Minor Update.

There's snow in the city. This has been a bad winter for it, but the rains finally came last night and have, today, mostly washed it away. I hope that it won't freeze overnight. For all my complaints about how mad the unploughed, unshovelled city is right now, more freezing after this rain will not be fun.

An old friend named Trevor called me somewhat out of the blue yesterday. It was wonderful to talk with him for awhile. It's interesting to see how some of my reactions to people change over time, and how some of them stay the same. So few people resurface in my life for me to learn about how I react to that, but there are quite a few just now.

It feels good. I feel a distinct joy at having good people in my life, and one more is a terribly wonderful thing. I wonder if this is true reentery, or a passing-through? I wonder what it will look like?

I have many friends now, as well as lovers. I have always had, in the past, one best friend who is also my lover. I don't feel like a different person, perhaps more full and rounded, which is interesting to think about.

It was loud outside with the snow, amplifying every little sound into prominence. The rain is a noisy hush, white noise as soft as a pillow that wraps sounds into obscurity. I feel safer in the rain than in the snow. The world is back how it should be outside. Not everything in my life is perfect, which is no surprise to anyone, but right now I am not so very uncomfortable with it.

Take care.