Thursday, January 17, 2008

good times...

yesterday it snowed here in the hood. big, fat flakes, blown on a biting wind, slanting against the window panes, sticking to the cold, stiff grasses and the sides of cars.

giant, slow falling flakes. breaths of ice and air somehow joined. suspended lace.

the dog ran like mad, having never seen it before.

across the street, a kid leaned out of his bedroom window and yelled to me, "I wish it would snow for the whole year!"

he was smiling. the snow fell even harder. I stood and watched it.

it was really something, while it lasted.


Blogger Poet Hound said...

I miss being a kid in the snow. As an adult, however, snow loses its luster when you have to drive or walk to work...

8:56 PM  
Blogger Jef Peeples said...

It's a shame it has to be that way. By the way, Christopher, I've just discovered you, and I can't read enough. I'm a poet living in an Atlanta suburb as well.

4:24 PM  
Blogger christopher cunningham said...

yep that's true enough. but it's also possible to derive another, deeper joy from it as an adult that you can't when you're humming snowballs at your buddy or building a snowman as a kid. for sure, here in the south, it is easy to be moved by the transformation that comes over the lush, jungle landscape we normally encounter.

and welcome jef. thanks for stopping by and thanks for reading my stuff. so you got to enjoy the short lived white stuff too, huh? it was a nice change of pace from our normal sultry winters...

6:00 PM  
Blogger j.b said...

wish i could say we enjoy it. got 9 inches overnight last night, another 4+ fell during the day. the commute took me 5 minutes shy of 2 hours...normally takes 35-45 minutes. brutal.

but, on those nights when the sky is orange and aflame, the big, fat flakes spirally to the ground like moths, it really is the most peaceful and beautiful times on earth. i believe that.

and dogs LOVE snow. it's a visceral and innate thing.
glad you and your dog were able to enjoy some of it. :)

7:27 PM  
Blogger christopher cunningham said...

yeah, I'm sure it's not nearly as welcome for those who endure it like we endure the summer heat...

two hours? I know a certain hippie poet who'd be calling in extremely sick. frequently;)

12:17 AM  
Blogger j.b said...

ha...yeah, i thouht about turning around, but then i realized it would've taken just as long to get home as it would've to get to work. plus, i'm saving my days off for a trip to New Mexico to see a certain mutual friend.

yeah, it was a bitch of a commute. it was only bearable because of the number of Porsches and BMWs that had slid off the highway or were spinning out. Glorious!

The winter isn't so bad. It does get old, though. I remember thinking the same thing about summers in Florida. Not so bad, for the first few weeks.

10:24 AM  

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