Woody Gossamer Against Clarity

My eyes are opening. I can now look at the bare trees against the blue sky. All winter, I haven’t wanted to look up because I would expose my neck or get cold on my face from the sky. But the blue has appeared again, after a few months of constant white and grey. A week ago, it felt like New Mexico winters: snow on the ground but blue above and sun in the air. It felt ironic. The blue is kind now, and it seems I can admire the sleeping trees with freedom. I stare at their shapes and am aware that this would be the ideal time to learn their types, the names we’ve given them. But I can’t stop staring.

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About The Original Kate

Along with artistic tendencies, Kate enjoys unusual people and is constantly striving for some sort of nonconformity. Kate offers a perspective that is thoughtful but well-written and full of images within the words. Other tidbits that might intrigue: she has very long auburn hair, and, you guessed it, her favorite color is orange.

Posted on March 7, 2008, in From Rabid-Mormon Land Known As Utah. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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