The Metric Clock Quotes

“The little boy looked out the window from his tiny bedroom. It was late in the day but the sky was already darkened with the storm. He watched the snow race horizontally across the window and disappear in the oncoming night. Patches of snow piled up in the corners of the window to blow away and pile up again. The boy put his small hand on the window to feel the cold through the glass. He shivered, withdrawing to sit on his bed and watch from further back. 'Where does the cold come from?’ he asked himself. ‘Is it like darkness?”
― Phillip B. Chute, The Metric Clock