05/01/2010

Good morning

Lying on an unsuitable single bed. Last night's weather report on playback in my head. Brought to bare on reality by my brothers shout, "Mum's stuck. I get dressed run outside and say "fuck." The beauty of the fall fills my eyes but the stench of burnt rubber repulses me. I dig for too long, dismissing maternal help with claims of "i'm strong." Until eventually she escapes. The snow fills my hardwork, renderding it as useful as video tapes. I hope i can get home on friday because this snow may outlast the day.

01/01/2010

2010


The first foray into 2010 was magnificent. A naked moon illuminated the frozen night, whilst the sky was populated by floating light. Morning came an beauty remained, the Earth was clothed in frost again.
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