The Next Room
Frost. Yesterday at about eight in the evening, the Big Dipper was sitting almost flat on a stove in the north, and was being warmed by shadowy treetop flames. This morning at six it was leaning against the wall to the right of the stove, balancing on its handle. By its position, one could tell that the kitchen has a high ceiling, and that the next room is several light […]
William Michaelian 