cross posted from The Dream Antilles
Chatham, New York, SE of Albany
If I had one of those Weather Channel jackets, right now I could stand in the yard and narrate this essay. Then you’d be able to see me looking into the camera, the rain falling falling falling sideways from the sky, hitting the earth and everything else, and freezing. Immediately. Everything glistens in its coat of ice. Trees. Houses. Grass. The dog has ice chunks on her tail. Wind and rain blow into the microphone making a whooshing sound. It’s a special genre: Heavy Weather. Upstate, Eastern New York.