This weekend, I obtained some new furniture. Nothing fancy - in fact, quite simple, but elegant. Just some new shelving, small tables, and this console table in the entry way where my iBook gets to hang out now as I write this. For some reason, I've always wanted a writing table in here. Maybe because it's free of the distractions of the big windows in the main area.
As a result of all this, I've reorganized my apartment. Everything is shifted around now. The place feels more homely, in place of the more stark minimalism of before, while retaining a lot of open space (and still fairly minimalist). The couch is now placed so that I can see the heart of the city from it. Actually, when all the blinds are open, I now face all the windows when sitting. It's a nice improvement.
So tonight, I could really watch the fog creep in and engulf the bigger buildings. We're trapped under an inversion in the valley, where all of the smog, fog, grime, and cold temperatures stays trapped down below while the mountains are warmer and the sky is clear. A friend and I skied Brighton this morning. On the way up, we drove through strange fogs that changed color. From the average grey to a sudden chilling blue and purple, back to grey, and then to red. But as we went up the Canyon, it wasn't long until it was clear and beautiful. I actually left a layer behind before we got on the mountain.
Riding back down, when we hit the inversion again, the bottom of the canyon was absolutely beautiful. All the bare trees were laced with frost against the backdrop of the fog. Stunning. It was almost as good as the walk home the other night from a nearby bar: the city was quiet and empty, the fog was heavy. I could barely see up to my apartment windows from across the street. The only bad thing about this all is that so much of it is pure gunk - pollution particles trapped in the valley bowl. Still, from inside, it's pretty.
Oh.. And it's damn cold.