It snowed today, came rushing in from the Southwest, most folks I assume were ready for it. Me? Kind of oblivious to tell you the truth, winter time is my “shut down mode” time of the year. My own personal silly season of life, completely self induced and for the most parts, drug free.
You, those of you who are normal, are sitting at the table, sipping your coffee and looking out the window. You find beauty and serenity in the scene, crystal white virginal snow, no footprints, no wind, just a calming smattering of winter life lying on your front yard.
Me? I as a lot of you know, well, I am different.
I sit here with my luke-warm coffee and stare out the window and all I can think of is … No, that aint doing anyone any good. Let’s see?
A huge musical bed and three Korean actors, trying to box the compass. No good? Okay, Give me a second, I know as a Wordsmith it is my duty to paint a vivid word picture for you.
Okay, forget the bed thing.
We are deep in the mine, the only light a mile and one-half down, is the dim yellow beams coming from the lantern on our helmets. Five minutes ago, the main seam gave way, it all came thundering down, filling the cavity with dust and dirt, and now there is an erie silence, as we collectively access our precarious position we have found ourselves in.
There is no exit.
You look around the mineshaft, and when you come to me, sitting there in the dark, you are somewhat alarmed. As you have just discovered the guy who is figuring out which one of you that it is he is going to eat first. Wintertime will do that to you … I assume experiencing a mine collapse aint much better.
No good huh?
Okay will take one more stab at this miserable snow crunching day and then immerse myself in some other private fantasy, A feeble misguided attempt to conjure up something in the approaching dusk of the dying day, before Gold Rush comes on. Looking out the window, I allow the season to once again, grab ahold of me.
In my desperation, I grabbed the telephone and made a call to my buddy in Western Oklahoma. He said that since early this morning the snow is nearly waist high and is still falling.
The temperature is dropping and is at about 15 degrees and the north wind is increasing to near gale force. His wife has done nothing but look through the kitchen window and just stare.
He says “that if it gets much worse, he may have to let her in”.