Saturday, August 23, 2008 10:32 PM
she's not a cold feet kinda girl
Cold, pale toes.
The reason for that is obvious and yet there's room to wonder. Was it the rain? Was it the idea that what is there is only a semblance of an idea? Or could it be from the fear of falling over from dizziness at staring at these cold pale toes while standing straight on this stool?
Maybe it was none of those.
It could be from walking towards that question - the one that you and even I wonder about come Saturday night. Or even walking away from it at a steady pace. Do you care if I walk away and hope being still will solve it? What if being still just leads to that, stillness? What then?
Numb, cold, pale toes.
I had the brilliant idea of taking a drive with the radio turned off and the windows wound down and now on top of numb, cold, pale toes; there's numb, cold, pale fingers. But I'm glad for them. It's a good feeling to be alive enough to feel them (or not feel them).
It's a question with two choices with very many questions tailing behind like a trail of black ants.
A correct answer is no guarantee but an answer that comes from a belly warm from a mug of hot milo and a long whispering could possibly be the best there is.
minx wrote at10:32 PM
