Sigh...

gotta love it.

non-permanence

Friday, November 12, 2004

It was such a sight.

Like a plethora of immaculate butterflies. I think I have the same dream every year. Where I would go out, look at the navy blue sky carpeting the atmosphere and see the little drops of clouds divide and fall. I've been glued to the news all week, watching the weather report religiously for some hints of flakes raining Beantown.

It always comes when you least expect it.

Which makes it an overwhelming surprise. I didn't have a hat on me, or a hood or any material that could come between my head and the sky. It came down like wet, white tears and through the busy day ahead of me, I couldn't help but stop.

The sky, beautiful blue was crying miniscule white petals. It wasn't winter wonderland. You have to sit still and wait for the white specks dashing the streets with wet rain. The leaves, red and wounded, softens the blow as it catches the wave of tears.

So this is what it's all about.

I couldn't help but smile. Parting ways with friends as I go home, I push the double doors open and stare at nature's wonder. One lands on my eyelash, and I blink it out til it blends within sweet nothingness.

One of many memorable firsts.

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