we had snow, a few hours worth anyway, on top of monday morning's almost gone ice. this was as close as i could convince myself to step to the edge of the bridge-that-really-isn't, water running cold beneath, the ice still slippery, the snow still wet, not yet piling into the few inches it would eventually be, the creek threatening to fall in right about there, and i was chicken.
i was early to work and had the whole morning to myself. i kept the radios off.
everywhere i look i see horizon lines and i wonder what's beyond. the world seems painted in stories to draw me closer, or farther, depending on where i'm standing and in what direction i head. this week i desperately want to stand still, but i move anyway. unwillingly, slowly, trudging. snow and ice lately bring hard news, not my news to share, but hard news nonetheless, news that pushes me when i don't want to be pushed. katie says that life is a school, and she is right, but this week i want to play hooky and sneak off somewhere to smoke cigarettes and drink beer.