Bright sunshine, a pale blue sky, the sky I remember from these parts, it doesn’t show itself often these days, and it’s negative 4 degrees Fahrenheit out there, maybe colder with wind chill. Perhaps this is how I will remember when OD announced its death rattle, when the docs said ‘we’re pulling the plug’ perhaps not.
I hope to remember the sky. There were a few pieces of being a Michigander that never left me; the colors of blue the sky can get here, expressive, intense colors and fat fluffy flakes for days, snow like an after school special on sledding or a Norman Rockwell Christmas. I know that sometimes my emotions color things; but it’s not me, the snow is stingy, hard, and the sky is overcast too often and not with those high fluffy clouds that look like sheep or a puppy or three men standing on their hands stabbing a fifty seven Buick, you know, the sort of things clouds and ink blots look like, right?
You’d think it would almost be comforting that the skies here acted all Oregonian, the valley, and were low and constant. It isn’t, not in the slightest. In the valley it was like a blanket with wind blowing through, here it’s claustrophobic, it’s not how the sky should act. I can’t see my stars
(Musical interlude;
Ha-ha-ha-ha
How lucky we were
We hit the cat house and sampled their wares
We got drunk as a couple of Tsars
That night I swallowed my lucky stars --- Nick Cave).
I guess I should probably wander around aimlessly and do things. Probably indoor things. Fucking cold out there.
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