enshrouded, a blizzard of ghosts
��������� �����portland tonight covered in snow, a slow and agonising murder. "pavement's getting scarce," a report from sean, the stage manager. i'm looking out the large window of the third-floor rehearsal hall - it's not snowing unless you look at a streetlight. my car is up on the fifth floor of the parking garage, no doubt simmering in the chill, muttering to itself in the deep throat of the transmission.driving home it's slow and quiet, with the whisper of snow sliding - undulating - across the asphalt. there's only one path cleared right down the highway, and it's slightly frightening to be driving over the bridge just out of portland, where the lights of the jetport glimmer and flicker fiercely off to the right side, and the skyline of portland is only immediately visible because of the giant red EASTPORT sign.
it's always nice to return to a dorm room where the temperature is regular and not as vehement as the outdoor world. living in maine has definitely turned me into a summer person. i'm eagerly awaiting the oncome of warmth, and the summer's broom sweeping the dust and slush of winter out of the state, out of the northeast. plans to see "godspeed! you black emperor" (or wherever they've placed the ! now ... ) on apr 06, at the roxy in boston.
looking forward to sleep. which is a blizzard in of itself.