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i died tonight — 8 july 2003 some direction — 21 march 2001 root of all knowledge — 8 february 2001 an angel — 12 september 2000 in the country — 6 september 2000 untitled — april 2000 thoughts at lunch — february 2000 another failed love poem — late 1999 what do i think of reality? — february 1999 winter — november 1998 |
IN THE COUNTRY -- 6 SEPTEMBER 2000 The sky opens up in the country. This may happen only because it becomes more difficult to tell the sky from the ground, but admitting so would be like knowing the magician's secret ahead of time. Still, the sky is the reason that the country is more appealing than the city, whether it be conscious or not. Many say that the sky is blue. Although truthful, this statement is not entirely accurate. In fact, its moods are just as dynamic as our own. It can be as dark as a November midnight or as light as a sun-drenched cloud, and yet your favorite color may be just as distinctly represented. It doesn't take any effort to find grays and oranges in the early morning, baby blues through midday, slate blues in the evenings, pinks and reds at dusk, and that deep cobalt blue afterwards. But your color may only be seen on October 8 at 8:21 in the evening, looking just between north and northwest, and raising your head at a 64-degree angle... and only from the country. This realization hits because when that perfect color is in sight, your breath is taken away. Your mind is clear, and smile brighter than it has ever been since the eighth of last October. And that's when you no longer like the country more than the city, you love it. You can't even imagine the skyline anymore. Note: this was an assignment from school for which I received a C. I tried to make a couple of the recommended changes, but my style of writing simply isn't technically acceptable. Oh well! |
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