Pipes, Viruses, Weather, Sea Monsters

A Mid-Winter Note for the Inner Cloister of Lynchline Subscribers: 10 January 2025

Tuesday, November 5th in Western Massachusetts was unseasonally warm (how much longer, I wonder, will that term have any real meaning?) and the light had a languid cinematic quality. The whole landscape seemed to unroll gently in the pink and tangerine afternoon glow the way a cat will settle into a sunbeam. Everything was suffused. Everything was its b…