Monday, December 21, 2009
Winter officially arrives today at 5:47 PM, but I've got to tell you, it's been around here for a while now. On Coyle summers and winters after returning from college, I 'lived' on the third floor, away from the rest of the family, and I loved it. I had my hotplate for tea and such, a small black and white TV to watch some college basketball on, a big overstuffed chair to kick-back and study for my masters and a small bathroom with a window that looked out and up Clifton Street. I remember it as a fabulous place to get an early take on the day's weather, after the radiator took the frost from the window. Up early, I was always faced with the pane iced-over though, in a seemingly Van Goghish canvas. One of my sisters, I think the oldest, coined the third floor room the 'monastery' with a thin, India print tapestry covering the window. Early mornings in winter, it was cold up there--- just the way I liked it.