blanket sheet.

the snow is drifting up to the door, filling crevasses and crannies until there is nothing left except an exact coat of white. it flows and follows throughout the landscape, broken only by the occasional splash of timber, it in itself dappled with white as well. the isolation has begun to set in. i have the desire to run, to climb, to explore; but not the means. the arctic winds will freeze your lungs the minute you take that first deep breath. these are the months spent huddled indoors, only chancing the outside at a brisk walk to the nearest vehicle. there is no way around it. to stand only in this treachery is suicide. the winter has already gotten inside my bones, draining and pillaging any sense of contentment i was hoping to ration out through the next few hard months. there is no escaping it. the trees lay barren now, all twist and turbulence as the tundra winds rip through the weathered branches.
there was once beauty here. yes, i recall it. the freshness of everything being washed clean. the crispness of those first few days, the contrast provided in the first twinkling lights of each hearth and home as the countryside slipped by. now it is irrelevant.
the recycled air that continues to circle these hallways is starting to heave with carbon dioxide, absentmindedly i consider the purchase of more plants. something green, something alive, anything to make contrast with the blank sheet that is lying all around these abandoned towns.
winter has come to the midwest. my soul is sinking.

now playing -
"Album of the Year" - The Good Life
"Night and Day" - The Good Life
"Under a Honeymoon" - The Good Life