tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46318695155640297172012-02-16T07:28:31.891-08:00I am imperfection: a dream that falters in daylight.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565724199124540516noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631869515564029717.post-71852587371717300512007-02-25T16:28:00.000-08:002007-02-25T16:30:20.311-08:00Castanets. They're called castanets. Right?<br /><br />I guess it doesn't really matter. <br /><br />Today is a lonely day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631869515564029717-7185258737171730051?l=faltersindaylight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565724199124540516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4631869515564029717.post-69829655240521534532007-02-24T17:58:00.000-08:002007-02-24T18:09:19.927-08:00There is something falling out of the sky. Had I reason to believe that it were merely fluffy, delicious snow, I would certainly have ventured out into it by now. But, alas, it is something else entirely, something that has crystallized on the windows in a hard layer that looks quite thick, that splinters the lights of the shopping center and oncoming cars into fractals of yellow and white. It strikes the windows with loud clicks and clacks, like a dancer with a skirt of white and yellow fractals and finger cymbals. <br /><br />Don't those have another name? I'm afraid I can't think of it right now.<br /><br />No, it's freezing rain, or sleet, or some unsavory mixture of the two. I can tell because I can see the way it clings to the ground in its solidity. I can hear the furious wind, and yet the slabs of shine on the pavement are not moving. And still it clicks and clacks against the windows, forbidding. Thank God tomorrow is Sunday, and I can stay inside wrapped up in the boyfriend's down comforter while we read to each other and smoke cigarettes and fret about our health. <br /><br />Our plans for quitting never seem to reach fruition, do they? Maybe we don't encourage each other well enough. Maybe the white and yellow fractals discourage us too much.<br /><br />Regardless. I have my US Weekly and my Bubble Tape and a lot of work to do. So I think I'll make it through another winter storm alright.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4631869515564029717-6982965524052153453?l=faltersindaylight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565724199124540516noreply@blogger.com0