Saturday, January 25, 2014
i woke up shivering
Any one can comment about the strange weather these days. One country can talk about their drought and heat wave, another about intense cold, these happening all at once. It is the middle of January,
and none of the things we used to know apply. In this humid country, for instance, closer to the ring of fire than others, typhoons are keeping themselves at bay, watching the too many dead and the grief-
stricken. Now coldness has come, temperatures dropping lower than people can imagine. In the mountains, animals are dying and the whiff of their death like pollen everywhere, she said,
commenting on my state over an elaborate breakfast of fluids. I had woken up in the middle of the dark morning, shivering with fever. Now she looks outside the window and listens to the sound of the river.
Labels:
a kind of burning,
blue stroke,
card reading,
darkness,
death,
malachy,
morning,
myth,
obituary,
parallel universe,
ravens,
saturday,
tarot,
the bay,
the body,
unknown place,
water,
women
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