2003-10-28 - 8:11 p.m.
It is a fine night when the stove is still steaming when I leave the kitchen to eat dinner; and the stovetop is covered with moist, coarse Portugese sea salt, dried oregano leaves, a stray piece of garlic, and cheese rinds that will go to make a lovely jambon cheese stalk one of these rainy nights. Ryan Adams greets me in my living room with his sad, slow, throaty songs.
It is raining outside and it is beautiful.
