snow.

i've never kept one of these blog things on a public area of the web. but i have alot written down, so what the hell? someone might read it. i figured i would start with something i jotted down today...then backtrack through a mass array of past writings. it will most likely turn into a clusterfuck. but its time i got all of this crap in one place for my own peace of mind. well, ciao. :-)





i relish the tranquility in what i like to refer to as 'snow quiet'.

snow quiet can only be achieved once at least four inches have blanketed the ground and perch firmly on every over-hanging tree branch, before the roads have been paved, and as the daily grind has been put on hold.

when mother nature saves us from ourselves, if only for one day.

activity is scarce and sporadic sounds, few and far between, (a siren in the distance. a falling branch. the slow drip of an icicle as it melts in the sun) are muted as they touch the white blanket in which the world may now swim and remain lost until the air grows warmer and the plow makes its way.

in snow quiet the sun is bright, nearly blinding the eye as it reflects from even the dullest matter, that which only yesterday appeared most pitiful, even wretched, to the common eye.

radiant silence. a stillness that somehow gently brushes your face, seduces your soul, chills the spine.

you feel you should close your eyes, breathe in deeply.

(an engine in the distance...)

embrace this.

when the world stops, everything makes sense.

the warmth of your coffee as it slides down your throat explodes in contrast to the cool flakes which softly kiss your neck.

the approaching rumble of the plow grows louder...

and then you realize that in this moment, you don't need to close your eyes.

the rush of an uncontrollable shiver stirs your thoughts. the coffee is luke-warm. the quiet is broken as the plow appears and snow slowly parts from the street you have been staring at in lonesome thought for the past ten months.

staring at as you have sat and smoked and contemplated life and experienced an undeniable evolution of self. only two weeks left.

cars are now rolling along with ease.

i guess the grind can't stop forever.


(the bondage of a robotic society)


but i will always come and go as i please.


(for bondage should exist only in the form of deviant sexual pleasure.)


i realize that my coffee has grown cold as i turn to go inside.