Monday, January 24, 2011
Claire and I were at the bus stop.
Temp, - 5?
We're sitting in the car, engine off, no heat, talking.
"Maybe we should take six months and go build wells for people in need," I said.
This happens, especially in winter. This urge to go somewhere else, do something else, step out of this life and into another. I think, maybe that'll shift the restlessness inside me, make me feel better about the pipes freezing.
"Build wells?"Claire said.
Silvery breath swirled between us.
"Like Paris?" she said.