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I almost bet my dad. I almost bet him that it wouldn't snow 'till July.
Today was a midterm day, which meant that we got out of school early. Being the unmotivated girl that I am, I don't have my driver's liscense yet. So instead of driving myself home or bumming a ride from a friend, I decided to walk.
I was feeling pretty cool in my leather jacket and my green hat with the brim flipped up, my back unladen by books for once. But I was still afraid of walking home, especially at the same time the other teenagers are leaving. I don't normally walk- I have a bus (just not on half days) and no other kids walk my way. But it seems that invariably, some idiot with the window rolled down wants to scream at me when I'm alone. I've never understood why. It didn't help that it was bitter cold, AND I am forbidden from walking home as per my mother.
Oh well. I wanted to get home. I put these worries aside and set out on what I expected to be a long, lonely walk.
If you've ever driven a road but never walked it, walk it some time. You wouldn't believe how they change when you're travelling on your own too feet. That golfcourse is now an obstacle of hills, each house has a special character, and the grass seems to love you, clinging to your feet. The strange silence of dead winter was also on the roads. Somehow, it was beautiful, mysterious, not boring and painful. In the silence, I could hear the trees think, thanking the cars whizzing by for their exhaust.
I took a shortcut through a shmancy neighborhood, imagining the housewives looking out of their windows and tut-tutting at the rag-tag youth with her bag and her hat tramping through their yards. Finally, I came to the tree boarder through which my neighborhood lay. I stepped through, and was delighted to see an absolute ocean of ice. It had criss-crossed through several peoples yards, a river whose journey was frozen in time, to pool at this one spot. Though I would have sworn it wasn't cold enough for ice, the puddle was solid. I slid over it carefully.
Something in a neighbor's yard caught my eye. In a frozen river, there was a neatly tied plastic bag, the kind you get at the grocery store. It looked for all the world like a secret message intended to float down the river to a lover or an enemy, now caught in the cold's grasp. Checking to make sure no one was around, I freed the package from the river.
At that precise moment, it began to snow.
It was quite possibly the most magical thing that has ever happened to me. I freed the bag, and light, powdery flakes began to descended, all at once. The road was soon covered with a thin layer of white. I made my way to my house, enchanted by the snow that was falling, just for me, the only person not in the car, the only person home.
But not the only being. As I entered my yard, the birds began to sing.
And that is the conclusion of one awesome day.
 Lilymaiden · Thu Jan 20, 2005 @ 01:57am · 0 Comments |
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Could this be it . . . yet another way for Lily to waste time? It might just be.
Now back to doing college applications.
Lilymaiden · Tue Nov 09, 2004 @ 02:02am · 1 Comments |
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