jan 21 dedication
 

Clouds began to saunter to the sun. Soon, there was a gray darkness over everyone's houses. The people were oblivious as they sipped their hot cocoa indoors. Most of them with the blinds closed as they watched the Telly.
The world collapsed as the snow fell. The light, white mist of perfectly crafted flakes, falling to the earth, gave rise to banks and banks of snow. They began to impound all the cars that moved along the street. The tiny terrorists, created above the American sky, took ahold of their hopes like a Nazi fleet. This was no Broadway show. The people sprinted from the doors with shovels to fight the intrusion of a frozen hell.
The wind swung through the area and scooped the freshly fallen troops. The force flung them at the people's faces and at their cars in big groups. The gust blew again with a wet kiss, which frosted the soldiers onto the cars. Then it began to bite the flesh, making the population retreat with a screech, "The world is no longer ours!"
If a picture was taken of the town, it'd look like an outrageous winter wonder land. Light cascaded off tiny snow prisms that were combined as if something grand was planned. However, the way the snow hung from the trees gave a sadistic tone. The frost on the car's windshields looked like a crack ready to expand. That's what this storm was prone to and after the first falling, it was known.


jan/2005