Unraveling Tuesday
Thinner, and in black, I am sitting here listening to old music. My eyes are tired. The house is silent. Snowy dust is swirling around outside in the dark. The beer is barely touching me.
This day started with a pretty but sad dream, filled with obvious symbolism that I did not catch until later. Tuesday unraveled from there. Moments, blurring out like ink in water. Surreal — then gone. Coming home, after work, I parked in the white driveway. Shutting off the engine made everything deeply quiet. For a time, I watched the snow fall and melt into silver on my windshield.
And here. Now.
Just typing. I don’t know what I’m doing. Guess I’ll do it again tomorrow.