Uneasy day, the kind where I simply shuffle songs on my iPod because I don’t want to make any decisions. The sluggish morning may be due to morning dehydration or simply the Wednesday, hump-day pull out of bed. The closer it gets to closing on and subsequently moving into my new home, the more I hate my apartment. I drink a glass of water, take a long shower, don’t shave.
The drive to work, “Flume” by Bon Iver shuffles across my car speakers. There is a ceiling of gray cloud. I imagine flood gates, but He promised He’d never do that again. Something about an Ark and a promise. No rainbow today, but there are pots of gold somewhere being turned into streets.
The green of the trees has replaced the black specks of birds dotting the tangles of limbs; through the winter, the birds look like dried berries clinging to briars. Spring has snuck into the world again. Every year, there’s that day when I realize the grass has turned shock green; spring is always a surprise in that way. It comes as a bang, more so than a whimper.
But, today’s not that day. Today’s the day I realized that Bon Iver isn’t just winter music. It’s a world beginning, not ending, not even waiting for an end.
-christopher earl.
