Thursday, December 01, 2005
Step Two
Content. Let me share with you some observations upon waking up after having slept in my car one evening in Logan, Utah.
It is very cold in Logan. I awoke to frost, streaked across my windshield in a latticework of interconnecting thorns of ice. My breath misted the interior of the windows, in circling clouds of vapor. The sun peaked up over the eastern mountain range that cradled this small college town, and sleep released me from it's fitful visitation. I rooted around in my car for some snack or tidbit to quell the tightness forming in my gut. A smile of satisfaction crossed my face as my fingers closed around the waxy surface of a small green apple that had rolled behind my seat. I ate in absolute silence, no cars passed, no pedestrian walked by, not a single bird sang, as the sun's rays slowly worked their way down into the valley and then scattered in a thousand directions as they reflected off the jeweled surface of frost covered trees, houses, and cars.
It is very cold in Logan. I awoke to frost, streaked across my windshield in a latticework of interconnecting thorns of ice. My breath misted the interior of the windows, in circling clouds of vapor. The sun peaked up over the eastern mountain range that cradled this small college town, and sleep released me from it's fitful visitation. I rooted around in my car for some snack or tidbit to quell the tightness forming in my gut. A smile of satisfaction crossed my face as my fingers closed around the waxy surface of a small green apple that had rolled behind my seat. I ate in absolute silence, no cars passed, no pedestrian walked by, not a single bird sang, as the sun's rays slowly worked their way down into the valley and then scattered in a thousand directions as they reflected off the jeweled surface of frost covered trees, houses, and cars.
# posted by Satisfeito @ 6:18 PM 
