Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Pontiac Ice Capsule
Leaving my house this morning, under blue skies, with bright horizontal sunbeams doing little to raise the temperatures, I slid into my frost encrusted car and cocooned myself from the world around me. I have an ice scraper but today I chose a pacifistic approach; preferring to experience a moment of beauty and reflection; respite from the daily grind. I started the motor, turned off the radio and listened to my own thoughts, inside a magical, diamond encrusted palace. The windshield was a landscape of luminous white feathers, slowly growing translucent and sliding away into clear chill liquid as the heater gently returned me to the reality of life. Off to work. Sigh!