Saturday, March 5, 2011

Day 152: sweet freedom whispered in my ear

So green.
On the other side of that fence.
My side is still covered in snow, slush and mud.
But their side isn’t.
It’s a beautiful, luscious kelly green.
Always.
It’s lovely.
Isn’t it?
I want to walk on it, barefoot.
I want to lie down and feel the prickly blades of grass on my skin.
I want to feel it.
I just don’t get why they walk out of the house with shovels.
Don’t they see there’s no snow in their yard?
Don’t they see how bright and green their grass is?
Don’t they?

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