The wind is howling outside, loud, and angry. It seeps into my dining room through a tiny crack in the window. The squeal it makes as it forces its way into my house is shrill; it makes me anxious, it makes me want to eat chocolate cake so I can drown out the noise.
Days like today assuage the guilt that comes with still being in your pajamas at 3 P.M.. On days like today everyone encourages me to “stay out of the ugly weather” as if I were risking exposure to a contagious virus. On days like today it is acceptable to be a recluse.
I remember flying over the Adriatic Sea and looking out to the horizon where the brilliant sky met the ocean. The two blues melded into one and I imagined I was flying upside down.