1/24/2002

1/24/2002 - 12:00

On this gray snowy day the sky slid into view and I noticed how much more bright it looked when I gazed straight up into it. I have a red plastic snow brush with a sharp black fin on the end. Holding it loosely and brushing quickly in wide up and down toothbrush fashion, I steadily trudged around my ice-bound automobile. The driver's side door window first, and the mirror, then the rear door window and half of the back glass. Around the other side the same, only in reverse. finished and proud of the fine dust job, I strolled back around admiring my work. At her trunk the ground betrayed me. My feet, before I knew it, were in front of me and I was suspended in slow motion at the top of the 'what goes up must come down' arc. The slow motion was only perceptive though, and turned back into real time real fast. In unison, my melon bumped the bumper and my bum banged the ground. I spoke in tongues, using words I don't use in normal conversation. That's when I noticed the sky.

I'm tho thore I can hardly pith.