I sat at the kitchen table drinking cup after cup of tepid tea and stared out the window above the kitchen sink. I’m not going to pretend that I’m not a little freaked out by the things that have been happening these past five weeks.
Because I am.
I am mega freaked out.
What are the lights in the woods at night?
What is the relationship this town has the woods and the river?
Who are the pale women who climb trees in my dreams?
Why does Paul walk the railway and never cross it?
Why is Bess so friendly and unavailable and why is Barbie so available and unfriendly?
Why does it seem to snow the minute I think about leaving this place?
I went out to the rail fence yesterday early in the morning and watched the sun come up, the light fracturing into millions of tiny diamond points on the fresh snow.
I think I could go blind here from all the reflections.
In the city it would snow and within an hour it would be grey slushy and dirty.
Here there are entire sections of snow that never lose that brilliant white.
It’s not the sun that gets you.
It’s the reflection.
I wonder how I look in this new light?
Am I blinding?