Sitting on a sunny porch, imagining myself as an amethyst quartz crystal, full of light.
It's a heated porch with a wall of windows. There are heaps of pure white snow rolling down to the street, Main St. The sun is bright in my face. People are walking purposefully by, winter jackets and backpacks: huddled against the wind. College students with mittens and boots, businessmen going into the bank, and random people running into the coffee shop and post office. There goes a FedEx truck, now a logging truck, now cars with skis headed to Sugarloaf. Flags are flapping in the breeze. Water drips down icicles on the eaves. The sun is in my face and I'm a crystal.
It's a heated porch with a wall of windows. There are heaps of pure white snow rolling down to the street, Main St. The sun is bright in my face. People are walking purposefully by, winter jackets and backpacks: huddled against the wind. College students with mittens and boots, businessmen going into the bank, and random people running into the coffee shop and post office. There goes a FedEx truck, now a logging truck, now cars with skis headed to Sugarloaf. Flags are flapping in the breeze. Water drips down icicles on the eaves. The sun is in my face and I'm a crystal.
