Tiny blue sprites zip through the air
dragonfly wings flutter frantically
as they dart between the raindrops
and each one they touch turns to snow.
Snow flakes splatter on windshields
wipers swish swish endlessly
the roads have become a slippery slide.
Pedestrians dash from home to car and car to home
half frozen flakes falling into coat collars
invoke uncomfortable shivers
all the way down the spine.
Gusts of wind toss the hard working sprites to and fro
they chatter their fury and shake their fists
but to no avail, the wind continues its merry play.
Then suddenly it's over
the sprites finish and dash away
windshields clear , and wipers rest
and finally there's a moment to breath
and just enjoy the winter day.

Thursday....

I lean back against the back of the uncomfortable bar stool, feet propped up on the rail, and wonder why am I here. The music batters its way to my ears. This early in the evening it's mostly Goth-trance, very interesting but not my favorite to dance to. The crowd is still thin, not even enough to pose a challenge when heading for the rest rooms, but it won't be long till it's half impossible to move. Smoke curls through the air. I cough,uncomfortable, but not brave enough to ask the person down the bar to breath the other way. Again the thought wanders briefly through my mind that there is nothing here worth tomorrow's scratchy throat and stinking clothes. Bright strobes assault my eyes, blinding me for moments. I am suprised by the intensity of my feelings at these moments. I know that soon my friends will be here, and I know that I always end up having fun, but it seems every week, I sit perched in this same place, wishing I was somewhere else.
I lean forward, chin propped in hands, elbows balanced on the bar top. I watch the writhing dancers twist and turn under the many hued disco ball. One girl, long blonde hair pinned carelessly to her crown, gestures violently as she dances. Always she moves gracefully, but with hands balled into fists. I am momentarily mezmerized by the incongruous combination of movements. My eye is captured away by the entrance of a new player. Gloves, fanny pack, long black and white striped scarf and heavy rimmed, black plastic sunglasses; Eighties Guy steps onto the floor armed to party as though it's 1989. His sheer audacity at wearing such an incredibly Archaic style never ceases to amaze me. He stands strangly anachronistic amid the fishnet lace and black leather Goths.
I sigh and jiggle the ice in my drink splashing my fingers with sticky soda. The waitress ghosts by, eying the level of liquid I have left. Apparently not enough to warrant her attention. I lick my fingertips of to prevent the sticky from spreading, they're syrupy sweet, almost bitingly so. Mournfully I peer at the cherry stem in the ashtray, wishing i had another marachino to munch on. I could go. If I left now no one would know I had been there. I could be home in my blankets in meer minutes. I smile wryly at my inner self, knowing I'll stay. I always do.
An arm sneaks up from behind me, warm against my back. My smile changes to a grin. Suddenly I'm happy to be here. I turn into the hug and begin my night out on the town.

Knit pick

Yay, so in an effort to stave off boredom at work I've begun the process of learning a new hobby. I have already exhausted my current repretoire of origami projects. I still have tons of paper though, just nothing new to build. Somehow I never want to hone my skill, just get the basics down. Then I'm done, heehee. Origami though has much left to me, soon as I can find a book with new things to fold.

 Until then however, I have decided to fill my time with knitting. I got a little kit at target for 11.95 on sale. Was very cute, came with all the colors and patterns for yarn to make like a scarf and a hat. Now, as yet I've entirely ignored the patterns that the kit came with. I have no idea what the little symbols mean. Now I could just watch the DVD it came with, but that would be the easy way out. Instead I tried to figure out how to get the yarn to work right just from the directions in the booklet it came with. Not so very successful. I did manage to "cast on" which is kinda like making zillions of tiny slip knots on your needle. Not too bad, but from there the directions were no help. All sorts of "do this step in front of needle, but make sure to do this other step behind the needle and don't move this finger on the yarn or you'll die" well.... Something like that anyway. So I was being all frustrated with my evil yarn at work when one of my delightful co-workers took it away from me, luckily before I hurt myself, and fixed all the sad little half stitches I'd done. She showed me the right way to go about it. Now I've managed almost an entire scarf. Yay. Apparently there are like 60 other stitch forms I could use, and I could make entire outfits entirely from yarn, right down to the undergarments (itchy). However, I am entirely content with my one little stitch, looping away my day, creating endless length of cozy scarf.