Because your mine.

I have to move my car.
I let this sentence ring inside my ear canal as I watch him disappear outside again with a furry hat, jacket and boots. I watch as the wind starts to shift the sheets of snow like a lake on a windy day. I look at my boots which have only now just deemed themselves dry all the way through from the previous storm. I sigh as I begin a cycle of looking at my tea and then my boots.

I could be in a sea or a deep murky lake. Things are only slightly visible as they make their appearance in between the waves. Unlike when in water, my presence does not affect anything. I create no waves but I only get sucked into the ones mother earth has created. Outside I think of laying underneath the covers again, movies or the homemade pizza that has been started. This gives me a little more comfort and just enough drive to begin to scrape the ice so that I can move onto a road that does not have a snow emergency.

Looking at my reflection from my speckled window I see nothing but a pair of glasses that rest on top of a scarf and almost completely covered by a stocking hat. When I have to dress like this, I begin to wonder why I even live in this state. It's not only me but a Minnesotan ritual. I come to the conclusion after dropping my keys into the snow and watching them slowly sink like quick sand until I dig them out, that Minnesota puts a spell on you.

When severe weather conditions begin it is much like going through the motions of life then one day you accidentally step on something. Something that punctures your foot so deep that all of your nerves collect and one by one they form an army of clarity in your head. You finally awake after months of still dwelling in the perception of laying on the thick blades of dickmans park in your bare feet to being covered to your knees in snow. You make the resolution after any good first aid that next year you promise to move. This time for sure.
But you never do which makes me think like any good voodoo there is some kind of spell that is immediate when landing on a plot of land in Minnesota. Maybe there is something in the trees like a fine mist that merges and creates tiny homes inside of your pores. A love potion that when it finds ways into your bloodstream you always manage to look at any condition with rose colored glasses.
Today I decided that I wasn't going to work. It unfortunately ended in a "personal note" on my behalf which is an awkward note that is put in my box telling me that I shouldn't do that again. I should brave even death for the men because that is obviously the dedication needed for this position. Kind of a passive scolding from your mother I was more then upset at such unrealistic policies. With phone calls made I still manage to feel a visible smile across my face.
Today I don't have to go anywhere,I can watch movies and hang out with my room mates
I am so thankful for snow days or any kind of days which force you to stay in one area for a solid 24 hours.