Trekhprudny Lane

Today a boy who is sweet on EB knocked her down in the schoolyard and then spread-eagled himself right beside her. Good thing they were both swallowed up in snowsuits. They tried to play it off nonchalant, like nothing had happened -- he didn't explain and she didn't ask -- they just lay there, thinking things over, quietly, on the ground, together. 

Gray, gray, gray... filthy cars on the streets, wet slop in the underpasses, the smell of damp fur in the train.  

I can drink coffee hourly all day long when it is like this and still not feel fully awake.