Saturday December 17, 2005

It seems I get all my insperation for my xanga post while I am driving. I don’t think I have had a post that I haven’t thought about it in the car first. Like tonight. Maybe it was the coldness, the stale full moon, or moving those crazy plastic wrapped couches, but anyway I want to just sit out in the cold, watching the moon paint the grass and trees with silver. To be part of a frozen world, dreading the heat and the business that the sun. To be part of the stillness and ceaseless peace. But then the sun will come and melt away the silver, replace it with orange and red then bright blue, the bright blue that hurts my eyes. Bringing out the loud fast animals, and waking the wind, so that even the plants can’t keep their bit of peace.

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