Well, it was Tuesday. I think... It was one of those days you didn't check the calender because you didn't care. November is supposed to be snowy, right? I mean, if you live in Vermont... I woke up that morning and everything began like a CD on replay... everyday was exactly the same. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday etc. I didn't eat breakfast that morning, woke up too late I guess and I was grumpy all afternoon. The whole day was cloudy and it didn't help that god, it was 10 degrees out or that heck, I forgot my coat when we went to town or that whatever, I had a cold so my nose was dripping snot the whole dang time. OK, OK, OK... it was a bad day, I know... except for the end of it. After supper (which just happened to be stir fry, which is basically anything you had in the fridge that's on the verge of going bad all thrown in a frying pan, which I hate), I did my evening chores, and it's MY job to take out our compost everyday, and it's so cold out my eyes are watering and the compost smells like coffee grounds because that's mainly what it is and I dump it out and then... then I look up. and the sky is rainbowing itself across the galaxy and the purples look like blues which are really pinks but I don't even care because it's beautiful. and nothing could make this day better I think... until I'm on our porch and a snowflake brushes my nose, melting on the snotty, hot surface and I look up again and the sky is of a thousand particles drifting across my face, it looked like outer space, and no, I don't know what outer space really looks like, I've never been there but if I had I would've seen this. and then I just stand there and yes it's even colder now and the last dregs of compost are spilling onto my shirt, but at that moment the sun and moon are on either ends of the earth and the stars make the middle their home. I look up at the sky and right then feel like I'm almost part of it, ya'know... something bigger then myself.
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