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Work is half my day and half my life. A moment for hesitation is rewarded and a silence of a throbbing head from the human cold. Recently weather has been flipping sides. One day we had a beautiful spring feeling day where the air had a faint fish smell and a soft undertow from the sweeping ocean air. Days that you can finally roll the window down and let the arm gather the air between your fingers. We all love these days, the beauty about my work and shifts is that it only takes a short walk or drive to realize the beauty in its structure. A whole twenty four hours later an extreme climate shift swept over with fridge air, then ice and sleet start accumulating with a thirty degree temperature change. The clouds and sky turn dark grey, end of a spring day and into a winter storm. Commerce must go on and salt must be dumped and scraped through out miles of roads, vehicles must drive and venture onward without planning and changing schedules. Speeding on ice with children, they must be on time to work. Since I was at work during the shifting climate I had an opportunity to see human race shift attitudes in a short time almost like schools of fish swimming away from the steps of your feet. Suddenly people of common randomly say “crazy weather” “I cannot believe this”. They have nothing to say and it’s clearly affecting people’s attitudes and lives in good ways or in bad ways depending on there own situation. Angry tow truck drivers hating there jobs because they actually have work. The ambulances are busy, police, and you have to love the tired snowplow truck driver that was forced to change his shift to accommodate the weather. Whereas he takes it out on the poor drivers forced to drive on the streets by blasting them with snow or pushing it in the streets. This snowplow truck driver has new rights and powers to aid his boredom. He gets freedom to own the road. Drive where he wants. Plow what he wants. He is a god for this moment of 12 hours. Does he exploit this power or does he take pride in being the man to clear the roads. He exploits it of course, he feels bored and he can finally give people a little shit and take some aggression out on driving to his minds imagination. The adaptation is immediately obvious but people are blinded by this change and never put a question mark on that most real change in there life. The atmosphere and weather are powers to persuade and manipulate the mind. A reality created none the less. When you are a person who is not blinded by the curtain people will throw red flags and wonder and ask questions that fish for personnel feelings that are connected to are responses that we give. The questioners want to know why we do not feel as they do and cannot relate to us on a chit-chat level.


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The following comments are for "snowplow"
by NucleusFire

twirling hair and ploughing snow

you've got a distinctive voice, and you write with immediacy and an esoteric edge… gives the reader some raw emotional/ speculative meat to chew on.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: July 18, 2007 )





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