white flakes falling into the hair of girls, a fresh
benediction to keep on walking.
I think of metaphors about snowglobes but realize that
nothing shakes us anymore.
For a moment I can imagine motion, that snow isn’t falling but
rather we’re moving upward through a cloud, moving away. . .
* * *
I thought I was nursing a ridiculously long hangover Sunday, but I woke up today again feeling dead and accepted with indignation that I may have a cold. I am angry. I apparently have a pretty staunch immune system and haven’t caught so much as a sniffle since 8th grade, some 8ish years ago (say it with me: 22 and feeling old).
I’m probably going to fail Chemistry. I am not bothered by this. I am bothered that it does not bother me.
Colts won, Notre Dame won, Patriots almost blew it against the Eagles…it was a good few days for football. WVU and Missouri both need to lose this week so my Buckeyes can taste sweet sweet BCS championship game-ness. WVU won’t, but Missouri might if they get caught looking ahead…
Writer’s Meeting this Friday I think? I hope so…I’m eager. I hope it snows, outside those windows looking out into the city…and I will sit there with coffee…