“Cars licked by on the asphalt, the streetlights overhead burned sulphurously, silhouettes in slickers and parkas once in a while walked by.” — American man of letters John Updike (1932-2009), on a rainy night in his hometown of Shillington, PA, in Self-Consciousness: Memoirs (1989)
I thought of this quote last night, as a gulley formed
by a rainstorm poured down my street and the wind lashed against my house. I
was grateful to be inside.
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