Blanket
No wonder I was cold last night.. it snowed, it still snows. Strange re-emergence of winter, for which I am grateful.. not quite being ready for spring. The sky is telling me to quiet myself. To rest.Heavy dreams still lurk.. old friends mixed with new mixed with cult Chinese movie hangouts and dangerous foreign mobs. Restless.
Asa stole my comforter from me and ran off to play in the snow. She doesn't listen to me anymore. My mother said this place causes rebellion in all beings. We laughed about how foolish it was to have children. She wishes she only had one child.. not me. That is OK.
There is a great convergence of life here. And where there is life, there is dying.. slow and desperate, then resigned. I'm not dying yet, just resting for a moment. Just waiting for a moment, while I soak something of myself back into my skin. Thicken it up a bit.
But wait.. it will be spring soon. It was spring yesterday. Maybe this is all unnecessary. Maybe not. Maybe the weather shouldn't matter.
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