the blizzard people

[thirty-two]

Air. It's such a simple concept when given such simple terms. Air. Air that is frozen, air that is like knives when swallowing, air that is smooth as whiskey. Air. Air is what started everything, anything worth anything really. Air that knocks you out from a whipping wind, like ice like frozen water moisture hitting a face like a brick wall. As many times to describe it, air bites. Air bites in the winter like snake bites, like infecting poison: Air gets in, cold air especially, and cold air never gets out.

So it was the cold air that got in, and no heat could sway it. No wind could dismount the cold air. Rooms were small, irregularly places in shapes of U's or L's, depending on the perspective. These irregular rooms were irregularly infused with heat on a pecularly regular basis, but on this particular week the cold air overcast the temperatures and the moral in these room plummetted. If it was anyone's inhabitance, they were surely to be in a low moral as well.

This unfortunately seemed to be the case. For a week the mroal meter was set to red, excruciatingly low, and nothing seemed to spring the spirit of the meter back up, pun intended. The winter slum had gotten everyone down, and it was just going to get worse. That always seems to be the way with life, it gives you rotten lemons for your lemonadestand, and just when you think you've found the good lemons in the fridge, it rains.

When life gets you down it continues to rain on your parade.

So the week continued, or pressed on if you will, and the cold air threatened to get worse and worse as the days droned on. There should be a light at the end of the snow-ridden tunnel coming up, but unfortunately there is none. Low moral is the recipe for insanity, but mixed with a touch of chilliness and you're in for a shit storm.

But no such storm erupted, the lava (given it was frozen) stayed boiling below, no such storm erupted. Confusion replaced the cold, and although there was still a low moral rating, things started to ease up on the inhabitants. There was still to be a storm, but that was more of a weather concern, not so much of an attitude issue.

So everything seemed wonderful, or as wonderful as it could be on the cusp of a busy week and a stressful one at that. Everyone was seeing less and less of eachother and more and more or what they would learn to call "hell". If there was anything to bring them up it would be done.

And there is really no happy ending, this story presses on, but hopefully the rest is a little warmer around the edges, and a little less frost-bitten.

February 1, 2011 Jess :]