Friday, February 28, 2014
In Like a Lion?
At the moment, I'd guess that March will be in like a dappled gray pony, maybe a Percheron; or in like a duck-billed platypus, shaking water off its back.
But maybe it will, after all, be in like a lion, if the beast in question is as still and reflective as this—more like a lion's head fountain in some Italian hilltown, where it's almost suppertime and some kind of fine tagliatelli is on the menu. Or, of course, agnolotti with a whisper of nutmeg, and butter and sage.