why in the name of whatever the fuck is out there.....IS THERE SIX INCHES OF SNOW IN VIRGINIA!?
no...the question is....
why did i attempt to be responsible and risk the treacherous roads last night so i could make it to work this morning, only for my work to be closed and my car frozen in the driveway?
i love the idea of being snowed in...
but i would much rather have been snowed in where i was yesterday
oh well. never complain about an unexpected day off! i slept until one. made amazing scrambled eggs. then sat in the snow by myself for awhile with a pack of smokes and a pot of coffee.
i relish the tranquility in what i like to refer to as 'snow quiet'.
snow quiet can only be achieved once at least four inches have blanketed the ground and perches firmly on every over hanging tree branch. before the roads have been paved, and while the daily grind has been put on hold. when mother nature saves us from ourselves, if only for one day.
activity is scarce and sporadic sounds, few and far between, (a siren in the distance. a falling branch. the slow drip of an icicle as it melts in the sun) are muted as they touch the white blanket in which the world may swim in and remain lost until the air grows warmer and the plow makes its way.
in snow quiet the sun is bright and nearly blinds the eye as it reflects from even the dullest matter, that which yesterday appeared most forlorn. radiant silence. a stillness that somehow gently brushes your face, seduces your soul, sends a chill down your spine.
you feel you should close your eyes, breathe in deeply...
an engine in the distance... once it comes snow quiet is over.
embrace this.
when the world stops, everything makes sense.
the warmth of your coffee as it slides down your throat is an exploding contrast to the cold flakes lightly kissing your neck. the approaching rumble of the plow is getting louder...
and then you realize that in this moment, you don't need to close your eyes.
the rush of an uncontrollable shiver stirs your thoughts. the coffee is luke-warm. the quiet is broken as the plow appears and snow slowly parts from the street you have been staring at in lonesome thought for the past ten months. staring at as you have sat and smoked and contemplated life and experienced an undeniable evolution of self. two weeks left. i am ready.
cars are now rolling along with ease. i guess the grind can't stop forever.
(the bondage of a robotic society)
but i will always come and go as i please,
for bondage should exist only in the form of deviant sexual pleasure.
...........
i discovered a photo an ex of mine took the other day. i had never seen it before and was slightly taken aback at the sight of something so candid and forgotten. memories, of a destructive lack of self, and a bed i definitely do not miss. but its a good portrait...
i remember this afternoon. i was hungover, watching porn.
how was your weekend?
i leave for mexico in nine days.
life is good.
no...the question is....
why did i attempt to be responsible and risk the treacherous roads last night so i could make it to work this morning, only for my work to be closed and my car frozen in the driveway?
i love the idea of being snowed in...
but i would much rather have been snowed in where i was yesterday
oh well. never complain about an unexpected day off! i slept until one. made amazing scrambled eggs. then sat in the snow by myself for awhile with a pack of smokes and a pot of coffee.
i relish the tranquility in what i like to refer to as 'snow quiet'.
snow quiet can only be achieved once at least four inches have blanketed the ground and perches firmly on every over hanging tree branch. before the roads have been paved, and while the daily grind has been put on hold. when mother nature saves us from ourselves, if only for one day.
activity is scarce and sporadic sounds, few and far between, (a siren in the distance. a falling branch. the slow drip of an icicle as it melts in the sun) are muted as they touch the white blanket in which the world may swim in and remain lost until the air grows warmer and the plow makes its way.
in snow quiet the sun is bright and nearly blinds the eye as it reflects from even the dullest matter, that which yesterday appeared most forlorn. radiant silence. a stillness that somehow gently brushes your face, seduces your soul, sends a chill down your spine.
you feel you should close your eyes, breathe in deeply...
an engine in the distance... once it comes snow quiet is over.
embrace this.
when the world stops, everything makes sense.
the warmth of your coffee as it slides down your throat is an exploding contrast to the cold flakes lightly kissing your neck. the approaching rumble of the plow is getting louder...
and then you realize that in this moment, you don't need to close your eyes.
the rush of an uncontrollable shiver stirs your thoughts. the coffee is luke-warm. the quiet is broken as the plow appears and snow slowly parts from the street you have been staring at in lonesome thought for the past ten months. staring at as you have sat and smoked and contemplated life and experienced an undeniable evolution of self. two weeks left. i am ready.
cars are now rolling along with ease. i guess the grind can't stop forever.
(the bondage of a robotic society)
but i will always come and go as i please,
for bondage should exist only in the form of deviant sexual pleasure.
...........
i discovered a photo an ex of mine took the other day. i had never seen it before and was slightly taken aback at the sight of something so candid and forgotten. memories, of a destructive lack of self, and a bed i definitely do not miss. but its a good portrait...
i remember this afternoon. i was hungover, watching porn.
how was your weekend?
i leave for mexico in nine days.
life is good.
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heroine:
P.S. I may have found us a place to shoot at the beach. There's a club and a rooftop!!! I'll pick you up on the way if all goes well and well, if you want!!!
I'll pick you up on the way if all goes well and well, if you want!!!
josephm:
Snow sucks but have fun in Mexico.