Ocupation: Writer
Life: b. May 31, 1968
Birthday: May 31
It was an overcast late November morning, the grass splintered by hoarfrost, and winter grinning through the gaps in the clouds like a bad clown peering through the curtains before the show begins.
source: John Connolly (2012). “The John Connolly Collection #2: The White Road, The Black Angel, and The Unquiet”, p.899, Simon and Schuster
topic: Morning, Winter, Clouds, Overcast