and my classes weren't canceled.
today was impossibly close to the most perfect day.
dipping in an out. the clouds breaking over the lake and setting the bell tower ablaze with an unfamiliar orange. the lake itself was warmly glazed, with a icy green hue in contrast. by far the most marvelous composition i have ever been engrossed in. absolutely enveloped by. beyond my control.
running as fast as we could through the drifts with our eyes on the ground. lost in the whiteout. laughing and watching our breath freeze. screaming, "hurry!" and striding quickly yet cautiously -- the ice.
myself and three friends pushing a rear-wheel drive station wagon out of a snow drift. the pride of what seemed an improbable task for a few young women. a few young women who chose to drop their belongings in the middle of a white out, because snow injects us with an unsaisable desire. the same desire that kept me running and running.
project snow cave. and scaling the cliffs of severence in corduroy pants. sliding down on trays and tuberware storage container tops only to flip over half way down and back flip to the base. run back to the summit, and do it again. and running and running and running until suddenly remembering that i couldn't feel my toes.
dipping in an out. the clouds breaking over the lake and setting the bell tower ablaze with an unfamiliar orange. the lake itself was warmly glazed, with a icy green hue in contrast. by far the most marvelous composition i have ever been engrossed in. absolutely enveloped by. beyond my control.
running as fast as we could through the drifts with our eyes on the ground. lost in the whiteout. laughing and watching our breath freeze. screaming, "hurry!" and striding quickly yet cautiously -- the ice.
myself and three friends pushing a rear-wheel drive station wagon out of a snow drift. the pride of what seemed an improbable task for a few young women. a few young women who chose to drop their belongings in the middle of a white out, because snow injects us with an unsaisable desire. the same desire that kept me running and running.
project snow cave. and scaling the cliffs of severence in corduroy pants. sliding down on trays and tuberware storage container tops only to flip over half way down and back flip to the base. run back to the summit, and do it again. and running and running and running until suddenly remembering that i couldn't feel my toes.