diary / by Edward Mullany


It began snowing yesterday, in the afternoon, when I was at my desk, in my apartment, trying to think of something to write about, so that when I got up, between intervals at my computer, and stepped away from where I’d been sitting, as such a movement can bring about a change in my ability to concentrate, and can enlarge the field of subjects with which I am occupied, though it has no other purpose, so that I’m not always conscious of what I’m doing, though I am the person doing it, I was stopped by the sight of the weather outside my window, and stood there a while, watching it.