November Sky, cold and clear

30 Nov

When Anne looked out the window, all she saw was November sky, cold and clear. She sat on the window seat, just looking, for minutes. Silhouetted branches twisted darkly in front of the shining moon. Her cat, Oscar, jumped up onto the seat next to her and curled into a tight ball before falling sound asleep. She stroked his orange fur and contemplated how strange the day had been. She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders before pulling out an empty notepad and pen. She did the only thing she could do. She wrote. Before long the tears fell fat and heavy onto the page, blurring the ink and waking the cat. She would get everything out now, everything. She purged on paper. Furiously. Ten minutes later, she stopped, exhausted, and looked at the scrambled, incoherent words. No matter. It was the process that was cathartic.

“Hey, you OK?”

Anne sluggishly looked as the door creaked open and her housemate Mia peeked in. She had curlers in her hair and a bright green mask on her face.

“Ice-cream, chic flicks, chocolate…Girl I have it all!”

“I know you do. Thanks, but I think I just need some time on my own.”

Mia looked at the crumpled paper on the floor, her friend’s puffy eyes and the tussled bed knowingly.

“Alright. Well, you know I’m here for you, just two doors down. You could use something. I don’t know what, but something. Love you. K Bye.”

Mia ducked out of the room, leaving a cucumber smell in her wake, and Anne cracked the window before inhaling the cold air. It seeped into the room and sent goose bumps all over her bare arms before she covered them in blanket. All she could do now was just sit silent and still like some ancient person meditating with their whole being. But her mind was wild and unyielding.

Anne closed her eyes and let her mind drift achingly, unapologetically, to the only place it would go. Right now it had a current, and all thoughts flowed to him. She was a moth to the light, to the bright memories flitting through her synapses. She wished she could just drift wholly away, to the moon, and quit bothering with the every day things that once were so joyfully performed but now drained everything from her. Cooking, reading, writing, laughing….where were any of those now? Lost. Afloat somewhere else, waiting to be rescued, but she hadn’t the strength to do it.


One Response to “November Sky, cold and clear”

  1. Grayquill November 30, 2010 at 7:37 am #

    Great description with wonderful feelings. Good work. It was easy to see.

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