Surreal
Snow days are surreal.
Light from the streetlamps bounces right up off the snow into my windows and through the cheap, loose-weave curtains I have hanging. It's comes through maroon, and there's always a slight haze on the outer rim of my vision, even through closed eyes. It stays like that into the morning. It stays overcast but too bright at the same time, if that makes sense.
Everything covered, and everything about you changes. Walk slowly, look out for black ice, find a patch of untouched snow in which to make your mark--a handprint made with bare flesh. Snow days make you feel like you're someplace else, time frozen. The artificial quiet surrounds you, movement fettered and weighted down by white. Nostalgic thoughts creep in, and the day passes, lackadaisical. Or maybe I'm the only one?
At the end of a snow day, I wonder.
I wish I could be more grounded in reality, be more pragmatic, be more like other people. Times like these, I feel like I'm walking through life without knowing it, pretending that time doesn't exist--and I'm the only one.
Light from the streetlamps bounces right up off the snow into my windows and through the cheap, loose-weave curtains I have hanging. It's comes through maroon, and there's always a slight haze on the outer rim of my vision, even through closed eyes. It stays like that into the morning. It stays overcast but too bright at the same time, if that makes sense.
Everything covered, and everything about you changes. Walk slowly, look out for black ice, find a patch of untouched snow in which to make your mark--a handprint made with bare flesh. Snow days make you feel like you're someplace else, time frozen. The artificial quiet surrounds you, movement fettered and weighted down by white. Nostalgic thoughts creep in, and the day passes, lackadaisical. Or maybe I'm the only one?
At the end of a snow day, I wonder.
I wish I could be more grounded in reality, be more pragmatic, be more like other people. Times like these, I feel like I'm walking through life without knowing it, pretending that time doesn't exist--and I'm the only one.