It's cold right now. I'm not going to lie to you. I think you deserve better than that. After all we've been through. After all the stories. All the drinks. It's cold out, and I was cold as I pranced down the apartment building steps and skidded on the powder dusting of snow. Another minute, one forgotten set of keys, and I would have frozen like a Twins hitter in the playoffs.
But, it's also beautiful out there. Full moon tonight. A moon that looks small and far away, the opposite of the fat low hanging romantic harvest moon. You know, I just realized that I'll never set foot on the moon, personally. So far away. You can't swim up to that shit. It's just there. Far away, and beautiful.
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About Me
- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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7 comments:
It's official: we here at Blogagaard have cabin fever.
BRRRRR! Your poor little toes! You should really take up pilates or something to bide your time indoors.
You could always go to the Winter Carnival.
So cold, so cold.
This must be what Dick Cheney's soul feels like.
nope, you can't swim there. but you can dream. oh, you can dream.
oops! that was sarah george. blogger keeps calling me sarah! you have too many sarah's in your life D.
No way! I wish everyone I knew was named Sarah. I'm going to start calling Geoff, Brady, Steve, Mike,Kelly, and my dad Sarah. You're either biblical or you're not, yo.
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