just now

posted on: January 25, 2011


It was supposed to rain, but it snowed. It snowed until the oxygen was opaque and the trees were erased and no one could walk just right. I was so mad. I shouldn’t have been because I had my umbrella for the forecasted rain—to keep my hair nice and my hands cold. But I didn’t even unzip my soddened pack for my umbrella. As I left my feminist class, humbled by all the voices and especially by my own, the little flakes pricked my hot cheeks over and over until I felt like radio static—like the time a simpleton told me what I was and was not and my lungs boiled and my fingers curled hideously and my insides fizzzzzzed. I remembered that time as I brushed the melted drops on my coat. Snow sugared my hair and I knew because I saw my sizzled self in the darkened windows of the slushing, speeding cars. And I hurried to my car and I typed all this here because I’m so glad it storms outside too.




[photo of my mountains by me]

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  1. i feel like i;m there experiencing this with you! beautiful writing!

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  2. you are a beautiful writer. love this.

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  3. radio static? that explains that sensation so beautifully. i love you!

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  4. You write beautifully, B! Stay warm and drink some hot cocoa for me:-)

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  5. Until I felt like radio static! Brilliant!

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  6. I had to click over and see what a girl with my very nickname (B!) had to say in the blogosphere and I am glad I did. I can understand this sentiment and relish in it as I read along. well written and HELLO, other B!

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