Winter

19:17:53 MST on Wednesday November 7 2007 #

It's 5:30, it's pitch back outside, and not much brighter inside Vita. The spotlights shine on the art that lines the walls, but it's the glow of the computer screens that illuminates the people, well except for one. That woman, who is occupying the other half of my table, is lit by not only the glow of her powerbook, but also by the creepy white and red neon of the Vita gnome. It's all very atmospheric, all very cold, and winterlike, and I want nothing more than a porter and blanket, both of which await me at home. But I have miles to go before I sleep.