alpharetta, georgia. january 2009
the whole world works together at the end of january to make everywhere as empty as possible. every year it resurprises me when winter cleans the woods. the sky is ground colored. the ground is sky colored. it's so cold that the streets are dry.
and caught in limbo between the old and the new homes the mass exodus begins leaving in their dust the few of us going back later, myself and a couple others with no one to fill our passenger seats left with the road salt they tracked in just a few long days before. it is four and almost dark, i have fewer people i still need to see than days left in this state, and that kind of blue i'm feeling is the one they discontinued a few years back: crayola's "cadet blue." it was a gray blue. winter is one of my favorite things in hindsight but in the now it just can get
so so sad
