It’s awfully cold right now, the cold gets into my bones. Tonight is my second acting class, I’m still looking for the right monologue for me to read. I’m trying to find Clarence Darrow’s exchange with William Jennings Bryan during the Scopes Monkey Trial.
But there is something beautiful about the cold also. It is so clear and blue and distinct. I’ll try to remember that, it’s going to be cold for awhile.