Sunday, January 11

bluish.

late-settin' full moon glow.
thick pillowy, billowy raging snowclouds.
whiteout refractory ice crystal curtains descending.
what's better than wakin' up to big inches of winter wonder?
shoveling and sanding and the nefarious plowguy aside,
those first few minutes of new snow magic make my whole day.
i'm still like a lil' kid hopin' for a snow day an' that.
yeah!
i'll still have to shovel, and go to work, and do all the other other regular stuff;
but right now,
right outside,
that super quiet blanket of woodsly goodness is absolutely perfect.
before bed, it was a skyful 'wolf moon'. (that's january's full moon's name, for real)
this morning,
i can't see anything but a big ol' badass blanket of burly beauty.
clean.
that's the business, right there.
and that bluish hue around everything?
the whole wide world gets viewed through winter-tinted glasses.
bare, bleak, bitter, blue, and beautiful.
there's not much goin' on, but what there is has got it goin' on......
what is.
sure,
in a few hours brownish sandpit car exhaust, and salty sh!t salad skidmarks will ruin the roads,
and blinding glare-ice and waterbaby waterstains will exacerbate the whole situation,
and dog prints and footprints,
and yellow snowcone pee puddles will leave circumstantial evidence across the backyard,
but right now,
the crapricorn-colored glasses that make the not-even-a-mouse stillness seem so empty,
also make the whole scenario rep the flippin' full effect.

snow days.
anything can happen.
even under a foot of fresh-fallen, dischord dampening purifying powder;
never quiet, never soft.....

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