I Woke Up This Morning
With the sun light in my eyes,
and there was no warning as it took me by surprise as it,
hit me like an act of god,
causing my alarm that I had not become a cephalopod,
I still had legs and arms,
yes I still had legs and arms!
So yesterday I'm walking to my car from work when I step on and break a beautiful, glittering, glass snowflake. I picked it up in full wonderment and held the pieces back together and I stood there for a minute or two just thinking about snow. I mean, I've only really seen it that one time it snowed for Christmas before the hurricane. My famous quote was something along the lines of, "Hey, what's wrong with the rain? It looks funny today." Embarrassing? I could have said worse. I don't think I've ever seen a snowflake like those big kinds I hang from trees or around the house, or like the one I had broken, but it got me thinking that maybe somewhere there's a place where snowflakes look like that. Maybe it wasn't cold enough to make them in New Orleans. Then I got to wondering, thinking that if I was in a place where there were snowflakes like I was imagining, would they be as grand and sparkling as the broken one here in my hands? Would I be disappointed in their lustre in comparison to the man-made, twinkly-glass version I was used to? But then I thought about that day when it was snowing in New Orleans and the way it made me feel, as opposed to how it looked, and I decided I would probably not be disappointed in something I had been so deprived of due to a harsher climate. I'd probably be awestruck, as I was three Decembers ago, and I hope it snows again, even if it was kind of like slushee falling from the sky. That the sky can even make slushee to fall is pretty neat, right? Anyway, I carefully placed the shattered snowflake in the passenger seat and drove home to my empty apartment.
Things can get awful complicated if you let them sometimes.
and there was no warning as it took me by surprise as it,
hit me like an act of god,
causing my alarm that I had not become a cephalopod,
I still had legs and arms,
yes I still had legs and arms!
So yesterday I'm walking to my car from work when I step on and break a beautiful, glittering, glass snowflake. I picked it up in full wonderment and held the pieces back together and I stood there for a minute or two just thinking about snow. I mean, I've only really seen it that one time it snowed for Christmas before the hurricane. My famous quote was something along the lines of, "Hey, what's wrong with the rain? It looks funny today." Embarrassing? I could have said worse. I don't think I've ever seen a snowflake like those big kinds I hang from trees or around the house, or like the one I had broken, but it got me thinking that maybe somewhere there's a place where snowflakes look like that. Maybe it wasn't cold enough to make them in New Orleans. Then I got to wondering, thinking that if I was in a place where there were snowflakes like I was imagining, would they be as grand and sparkling as the broken one here in my hands? Would I be disappointed in their lustre in comparison to the man-made, twinkly-glass version I was used to? But then I thought about that day when it was snowing in New Orleans and the way it made me feel, as opposed to how it looked, and I decided I would probably not be disappointed in something I had been so deprived of due to a harsher climate. I'd probably be awestruck, as I was three Decembers ago, and I hope it snows again, even if it was kind of like slushee falling from the sky. That the sky can even make slushee to fall is pretty neat, right? Anyway, I carefully placed the shattered snowflake in the passenger seat and drove home to my empty apartment.
Things can get awful complicated if you let them sometimes.