It’s been an odd day. An odd week. I’m back in Omaha now. It’s fucking freezing here, a blood-thinning cold that creeps in through sealed windows and the loose cracks in doors.
The drive back yesterday was beautiful in the barren way only a Midwest winter can be. Clusters of dark soil finely dusted in white. Textured like a white-flecked cable-knit sweater. Snow-touched ridged hills like sleeping bison; snow itself purpling in the dying light, a blue-tipped haze fogging over the spindling trees. So cold and windless that the factory smoke hung motionless in the cloudless sky. Braided in helix shapes and trailing for miles. The odd sensation that the world was asleep, curling up and away from the accosting chill.
Had my first class of the semester tonight. It wasn’t bad. Grad school makes me feel immensely belittled.
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