Bare branches and a blue-gray twilight

A scalding sweet Americano in my belly and an armful of feminist thought (reading is always worth the numb fingers) - this wind, I would guess, blows straight out of some arctic Heaven and my mind is very, very clear. I cross the street with my thrown-flat giantess shadow, her limbs stretching away from the headlights into the darkness.

6 comments:

Gretchen 11/20/2008 5:05 PM  

Scalding sweet? Thrown-flat? You've got such a way with words.

The_Ballerina 11/20/2008 7:24 PM  

"this wind, I would guess, blows straight out of some arctic Heaven and my mind is very, very clear."

^^ Absolutely beautiful! My heart actually stopped for a second!

odessa 11/20/2008 7:39 PM  

lovely! you captured the moment very well.

Edge 11/21/2008 10:59 AM  

This makes me think of the opening pages of The Goose Girl, when Isi's shadow is a thin giantess. Lovely!

Erin 11/21/2008 11:24 AM  

you are such a great writer.

Tash 11/21/2008 1:40 PM  

My fave line: I cross the street with my thrown-flat giantess shadow, her limbs stretching away from the headlights into the darkness.

I've seen my own shadow a thousand times and have never been struck by the magic of it.

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