The Good Bread

the limbo of spring weather and the whether of good and evil

The problem is, one never knows what to wear.

The wind first seems balmy, but once it’s dark the wind snarls and grows fangs. The sky begins to drop ice from what was merely fog but in such a way you aren’t sure: is it sleeting? No. Yes. Damn it. You fall asleep and then in the morning there is snow on top of everything. All morning you feel a Scandi…