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The Most Februaryest Day Ever

It was light out
But the sun never shone

The sun barely scraped against the horizon
I could hear it
Distant iron oxide rasping against
The edges of mother earth

There were no bright colors
Just blonde cornfields
Fuzzy with stubble
Sticking above the dirty snow

Brown trees of the woods
Scratching at the clouds
The vanishing plane between earth and sky

In the midst of this
I split kindling
Making big logs
Into smaller logs

A prisoners task?

Then those small logs were split
Into the thinnest strips
And sticks
I could manage with my axe
And hatchet

A hypnotic endeavor

I achieved some higher state

I could see my breath
And didn’t feel cold

Rather, I felt warm
Full

I wasn’t blowing out the fires
I was ready to start them

It was the most February day imaginable
And I celebrated it
Cuz, fuck
Tomorrow might not ever come

6/52


Soulfully brilliant, I think. Good imagery, too.
 
Up earlier than usual. Dog refused to do her business at bedtime so of course she wakes me up an hour early to make up for it.

Basement workout out of the way. Coffee made. Caught up to 3 pages of thread. THREE! Sheesh, you people act like it was a Friday night or something.

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Realists see that the glass isn't big enough.
 
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