“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

2.26.2015

a glimpse of yesterday


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.  

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14 comments:

  1. (((Hugs))) I am so very sorry for the hard news. I think Katie is right, but that doesn't make it easier.

    I love your boots and socks. Silly, trivial thing to say, but there you have it. They look like the sort of footwear a very strong and capable and often frightened but endlessly brave heroine would wear.

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    1. ah, life. you just do what you can do.

      and it's the silly and trivial that makes it all survivable. i love your description re: boots, socks, heroine. those boots are scuffed and worn and the most comfortable ever. xoxo

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  2. I will gladly play hooky with you. I need the break and the company, because there is hard news (or at least the possibility of it) on its way here, too. Sending love from the strangely spring-like weather of the Pacific Northwest. <3

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    1. oh no. i hate hard news. see sarah's heroine description above. endlessly brave, but often frightened. i would welcome your hooky-playing company - i have a feeling we would giggle out loud when silence is the proper tone to take. sending love right back. xoxo

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    2. I have the perfect socks for that brand of heroism, although I'm currently short on awesome stomping boots. But yes, lots of giggling, even--or perhaps especially--in the silence. =)

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  3. Indeed! Where can we take a vacation from life? Keep those worn-in boots forever!

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    1. i keep thinking i will run away, but there seems to be snow everywhere. even here, in texas. yikes to that!

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  4. I will join you - pass me a cold one and we will forget all about the adult world together, go back to being kids oblivious to all the troubles around us. We have similar thoughts sometimes, you and I, I'm guessing we are similar in age. We need a break from brave and just some time to be giggling girls.

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    1. we need someplace warm - not summer hot, but almost. and nothing to think about. novels with nothing to teach us. monkey bars and slides. absolutely.

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    2. And, it seems silly to mention it really, because it is so obvious, but there go I writing things down again: we will be wearing daisy chains in our hair.

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  5. Ooooo monkey bars and a warm breeze as we hang upside down. Yup. There.

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  6. i want to come, too. anywhere warm. :)

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