listen and enjoy.
so, unlike many, we didn't lose our power in last nights big rain and wind storm. lots of houses in town did, but not us! mostly i'm thankful although i have to admit that a part of me feels left out of the excitement. no flashlights, candles, and creeping darkness. i have to get the excitement second-hand from my sister (her whole university lost power!)...
i did have to drive in the storm last night after class. it was a very long 30 minutes of heavy rain and hydroplaning. yikes! when i got home, i lit candles in my room anyway, and huddled under my blankets to listen to the wind and rain. safe and sound. this morning my computer is happily plugged in, and i have all the water i need. i am so fortunate.
i did see the affects of the storm on my morning walk. one of my favorite pass-times is galumphing in and around the cemetary that lies behind my house. this morning was quite the tromp. broken branches and whole trees littered the ankle-deep snow and slush. it was beautifully bright and clean, though, and i was reminded of spring by the birds and the constant drip-dripping of melting snow and ice...
not in a creepy way, but i have such a nice, overhead view from my room's window, and sometimes when i'm sitting on my bed i can't help but glance out. the duplex next door is home to the two most adorable kids. today they were shoveling mud puddles and slush in their driveway. a huge shovel in hand, the one went after a puddle prepared to conquer. he would plant the shovel in front of him and as if it were a shopping cart, push the water forward and back, mearly sloshing more snow into the puddle. and that's what makes him happy! i know i just love the satisfactory splash of stepping into a pile of slushy, sloshy melted snow. even the word *slush* has such a satisfying quality to it, don't you think?
i want to allot more time for people-watching in my life. after feeding myself well on literature for the past week, with: anne tyler's a patchwork planet, j.d. salinger's 9 short stories, and a spattering of o'henry, i realize how important and intriguing people's idiosyncrasies are, and i want to be someone who can captured them in writing and art...
