Last night I dreamed I was in Mexico. Three different friends of mine will be there at one time or another, at one place or another, within the next few weeks, which no doubt put it in my mind. Yesterday morning it snowed again in Boston, although this time not like the 2 feet of heavy, everything-at-a-standstill onslaught of the previous weekend, half of which mercifully melted during the week. This was light, powdery stuff - which sounds lovely until you realize it was blown around by 50 mph wind gusts that made it look (and feel) outside like we were living on some icy planet farther out in the solar system.
Once the snow stopped in the afternoon, we bundled up and walked over to the mall to stretch our legs and get some late afternoon dinner. Apparently Boston got 5 inches of snow, but you wouldn't know it because little of it had settled or attached itself to anything. Instead, it continued in circulation like restless ghosts roaming the nearly empty city streets. In the mall's enclosed garden courtyard, a wind tunnel whipped up spinning white dervishes for our entertainment.
We did enjoy a nice Valentine's dinner on Saturday night at a little bistro not far from D's apartment. It hadn't started snowing, but it was very cold so we dressed warmly - unfortunately so for the tiny packed bistro was extremely toasty inside. But the food was delicious and the cold on the walk home was refreshing, like going out in the snow after a sauna.
Late last week I had a hint from a friend of a possible enticing work opportunity. I'm trying not to get my hopes up. Meanwhile, other possibilities still float in the air like this weekend's restless snow. I expect it'll be awhile yet before anything settles down. One must live in the moment.