Thursday, November 29, 2007

Carstorm

The sky was grey when I let the car slide to a stop near the old railway track. Clouds and wind talked and made me wonder if a storm was blowin in. Key turned in and taken out, the cylinders slowed and chugged to a stop. With the window down, I can hear it, feel it. I was just here to kill some time. The time that slips slower with your heartbeat. Out the window, a scarf walks past, head down. And then it started to snow, and I could hear the flakes being slammed and wooshed, clunking across the winshield. Rain and snow, then no more rain, the temperature began to change. Almost instantly.. it became snow, not heavy, but blowing everywhere. The windshield was covered. I was sitting, in perfect comfort and warmth and utter joy, waching everything take place in peace while this massive storm blows over. I would enjoy it outside, parked still like a car, resisting the wind. But here my body moves and shakes to the wind in the car. The wind lets loose a few howls, but there is a complete harmony of noise. I can only dream of the snow now, it's beginning to wrap me up. I am lost in my thoughts again, but only fifteen minutes have gone by. The car is filling up, all around me. Time passes slowly in a storm, but it is almost over. The remnant winds are brushing everything away, and no one will ever notice. But now the sun is shining somewhere else - to the west, very bright, creating rays across the page and my hand.

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