Biophilia or videophilia?

Others huddle in their down coats, cursing the weather, but I love winter. I love snow; I love the bracing cold; I love the stars hanging like ornaments on the cold, bare trees. Elinor Wylie said it best in her “Puritan Sonnet:” “I love the look, austere, immaculate,/Of landscapes drawn in pearly monotones./There’s something in my very blood that owns/Bare hills, cold silver on a sky of slate... ”

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The oddly shaped thin piece

There is something quite addicting about working on a jigsaw puzzle. Perhaps, it is the feeling that comes as you try a piece and it fits. (I usually tap my finger down hard on the newly fitted piece a few times, victoriously.) Perhaps, it’s the simple fact that as pieces are put together it makes the rest of the puzzle easier. The loose pieces held in the bottom of the box dwindle and clues as to where the next piece will go are constantly changing and updating?visible progress is being made.

I’ve set myself up on the kitchen table in my apartment in Brooklyn with a 1,000-piece jigsaw puzzle that my Dad gave me when I was home for Christmas.

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