Daydream Autonomy - CH 1 pg 1 The angel appeared on a cold night, late January on a Tuesday, well past midnight and well below freezing, an all over arctic New England evening complete with the works: howling winds, slamming shutters creaking eerily between staccato gusts, dancing debris, flying felines, and the biggest, fattest, fullest moon glowing the grim dim yellow-white of a dying flashlight and hanging staunchly in the billowy heavens, covered occasionally by large masses of dense, dark gray clouds, miserably bloated with frozen rain and huddling together for warmth and common complaint. Too cold for snow, the bare streets discerned the kind of night folks stayed indoors, embryonicly intertwined on the sofa beneath a softly worn comforter and curling evermore tightly, free hands wrapped around mugs of marshmallowy cocoa and dark, pillowy topped glasses of stout, the television flickering dumbly from the corner as silhouetted faces draw close for Eskimo kisses and reminiscent whispers of colder days gone by... Sophie too lay snug beneath a comforter, wrapped securely in a pile of blankets pulled past her ears to plug out the whistling and banging coming from outside, enveloping herself in as much heat as possible as the huffing, sweat soaked thermometer struggled to tame the bitter cold night. Other than the extreme temperature and raging wind a typical evening ensued and Sophie expected nothing out of the ordinary to occur, that being the point entirely, she supposed after the fact. Delivered expectations arrive invisibly when surprises surreptitiously circle the somatic and startle the senses for in this day and age only the truly extraordinary shock and awe and what happened to Sophie on this most blustery of nights was truly most extraordinary indeed. ******************************************************************
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 12:09:18 +0000