Back in the day, there was something called surfin' the Web. Now the Web surfs us. But it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks, or break them of old ones, so from time to time, I'm going to share something extraordinary that I've found, while surfin' the Web, in my old shoes. -- gg
It was winter time. My nose was so cold that I could even smell coldness, I could hear the wind whipping. I looked down the mountain and saw some of the slope but only the first 20 feet or so because the snow was to strong. With my poles I pushed myself forward and started down the slope. This was the last run of the day according to my dad and I was so hungry that I could eat a cow. Also I felt as if my toes were on a vacation. I could feel my hands on the warm smooth hot chocolate.
As I walked around the danger filled streets of Chicago, I shuddered at the thought of someone behind me. A white woman in the chaos of it all. There have been stories, I’ve heard rumors, of people like me getting raped, harassed, and even sexually assaulted, on these very streets. I never walk alone. I used too, before I knew about the reality of my home city.
The bricks, all sound except for one. It was more of a yellow-orange brick, it was very out of place. I looked around, the brick was now blue. I took it into my hands, a note flies out from behind. It says, “Hi,” to me. I answered,
“Hello,” it seemed to follow me, it changed from note to crane, from crane to cat, from a cat to a parrot on my shoulder, and there it stayed. I woke up in my brick bedroom, with a smile on my face. The bricks were all sound except for one.