I am driving down a
narrow street remniscent of the
New England back-roads. While I know I'm no longer 'home', I am sure that I'm still in
Mobile. The feeling of hurry is imminent, I am supposed to meet up with Carrie to
hang out and talk. Then it starts snowing, single
snowflakes at first, turning into a
blizzard, a white
inferno which I race through. It is all white, the houses beside me, the air before, the land behind. Slowing down,
parking, I get out of the car and play with the snow. It feels
warm. (?)
I drive further ahead, where there is no
snow, walk by the cliff and overhand and look out onto the mountains. I feel like I'm in
Bosnia.