d be hard pressed to give up the facts. Review the anthology of the files. Most people are certifiably horrible witness’. A way to figure the most culpable liar at a poker table is to pin it on the most confident. The one who figures he knows completely is indiscriminately a perfect fool. So, Sun Tzu said. He played poker with a former Taoist.
If I had to cough it up. Spill the beans. I’m not your man. What I say here on out is not a confession. Even though I remember it this way.
There is a way that the grass that grew tall in the spring and summer gets tossed by the first snowstorm in fall. The wind will bend while freezing these blades of grass you could walk. Its like you’re swimming in the expanse. Your palm brushing and parting a golden ocean.
When the first snow arrives it tends to be with harsh cold wind. Theses blades of grass bend and freeze as if the ocean could stop. Perform a photograph. What is life affirming about this romantic memory of frozen golden seas stopped in frost was second to another type of realization.
In the northeast it snows in fall. Not even soon after Indian summer. When winter comes it comes quick. It doesn’t toy with you or announce for you to bring your friends.
There is something lying evident on the ground that should stir even a morsel of introspection. How do you figure anything is ever new? I’ll tell ya.
You could wade through a frozen sea of gold crests and sad new nothings and look at these stalks bent and frozen in the night. Pronounced dead already and bagged. Arches of the most frail thing in the night. From the roots in the ground through the layers in the snow. If the wind was fast enough the stalk would freeze bent in an arch with the seed end stuck in another part of a new landscape.
As the day grew longer. This layer of snow melted slightly. I don’t believe the 32 degrees if the absolute zero for H2O in the standard system.
You can through these once lost in the breeze fields anywhere you want. All you have to do is follow your tracks home. You don’t even need crumbs from a cooking, yarn, or banana slices to get back. You could even walk for eight hours in any direction with your eyes closed and be able to make it home. As long as it didn’t snow again or the wild still howled. I wonder what the aerial design would look like with that eight hour thing.?
(The stalks would start to absorb water or make the snow recede around it. It was still freezing so the sun wasn’t melting much. On some winters day. I walked through the first day of winter. When I turned around for the first and last time, then headed home, there was a green tsunami. The blades of grass absorbed some of the sunlight, though freezing, mixed with water and started a chemical process. Photosynthesis did something to the snow and made the snow evaporate quickly. It wasn’t the sunshine in the snow that melted the snow because it was crusting the top layer.
I turned around and saw the temporary snow drifts release their stalks of grass from one end into the sky. Not in unison. Gently as if it was summer again. Enough so you could hear the wind moving the grass. I could see a golden sea moving as a field stood up. There was no wind that sunset that made expanses rust. No sound to be made. Except this golden ocean rising and subsiding till winter is over. It was colder than the fahrenheit system required water to freeze. The only way that grass stood up was photosynthesis melting the water faster and drinking it.) ((Fuck all if the grass at the level and the end of snow turned a little green. Life happens at -32 degrees.))