Notes from December

December, winter, snow, ice ….cold. So, I sit by the window watching the snow fall, lightly floating down by the millions. Snow. It is a funny thing. So pretty yet so detrimental. The snow falls and covers everything. A world so harsh and noisy and then the snow falls, blanketing the earth with white, cold quiet. Cars move quietly down the roads as if they are moving in a funeral procession: slow, cautious, thoughtful. One false move and they could skid into wreckage, but forward they proceed. Snow. It’s an awesome thing how snow can take something ugly, wretched, and repulsive and cover it, hiding all its flaws and making it beautiful. Hm…. Maybe I should head outside… see ya.

oh the big city

I wake up groggy and wishing for at least a few more hours of sleep. The breeze comes through my window lulling me back to sleep. I look at the clock. 6:05am it stares back at me. Rolling out of bed the breeze hits me and makes me shiver. I hop into the shower trying to warm up with thoughts of the day ahead wandering in the air. Voices of other residents and honking vehicles seep through the window of the shower only to make me remember where I am again. Minnesota. The big cities too… I can’t believe it some days. I make my way back to my room only to be reminded of all the things I have to do. Half an hour left. Hoping it is warm outside and not just in the apartment, I pack up a few bags and haul them to the door. When I get to the exit, I wonder if I should have grabbed a coat. Whoosh, I push open the door and I’m met with a warm rush of air that brushes over my bare shoulders making me think of the beach. I stride to the car and deposit my hauling. Walking back to the building, I close my eyes. The bustling of traffic off I494 is the closest thing I’ll get to waves washing the beach. With my eyes still closed, I hold onto the few seconds of bliss in the middle of this chaos.