Clouded and Stormy Knees
2/7/18
Snowy expanse with
no trees, no fields, and no road
to know where I am.
Since the blizzard, we have had only very minor snow storms (in comparison) take wake. Yet they've been enough to make getting to school quite the journey.
For a while, going forty on the interstate became the regular. My drive to college is only about fifteen minutes, but after the snow fall it began taking thirty.
Just the other day, after driving for thirty minutes on the snowy interstate, I parked my car on the street that stretches in front of my college campus. Temperatures were freezing that morning, so when I went to crawl over the snowy banks, I was relieved to find that I did not sink into them. It was the only good part about the cold weather.
The wind was enough to hurt your cheeks and freeze the boogers in your nose.
I passed over the bank and took the sidewalk on the quickest route to the history department. Little did I know that there was a massive, hidden patch of pure ice hiding beneath the freshly fallen snow.
I fell forward (this time) and landed on my knees. I recall my high pitched squeak and the embarrassment that someone might have seen me. Thankfully, nobody did. But my left knee really hurt. I had to hobble to class, almost slipping again a little ways up.
After class, I realized that I had left my project in my car and was forced to go out and retrieve it. I left the department with a friend, who walked along side me for part of the ways. He told me to be careful when I almost slipped on another random patch of ice. I told him about my fall earlier and he told me to walk slowly.
We parted and I neared the giant, hiding ice patch again. This time, since I knew where it was and could see the disturbed snow from my last fall, I slowed down and prepared to step onto the side where the dead grass was hiding beneath.
Alas, there ice reached far into the grass as well. This time, foreseeing my misfortune, I let out a guttural "f***" and backwards. I didn't know whether to be more embarrassed by the sound I made or by the fall in general. I'd fallen backwards this time and collected snow all over my back, legs, and hair.
And, of course, this time a guy I recognized saw everything.
"Don't walk this way," I laughed. I was terribly embarrassed. He just nodded and let out an awkward, "Yeah," and kept walking.
Fantastic.
It's been two days since then and my knee is an assortment of colors. It's also a little swollen, but it is beginning to get better. Over the front of my knee, it's mainly black and blue, with a nice little circle of red where it's swelled over the bone. A light green saturates the background.
I hate this weather. I truly do.
Snowy expanse with
no trees, no fields, and no road
to know where I am.
Since the blizzard, we have had only very minor snow storms (in comparison) take wake. Yet they've been enough to make getting to school quite the journey.
For a while, going forty on the interstate became the regular. My drive to college is only about fifteen minutes, but after the snow fall it began taking thirty.
Just the other day, after driving for thirty minutes on the snowy interstate, I parked my car on the street that stretches in front of my college campus. Temperatures were freezing that morning, so when I went to crawl over the snowy banks, I was relieved to find that I did not sink into them. It was the only good part about the cold weather.
The wind was enough to hurt your cheeks and freeze the boogers in your nose.
I passed over the bank and took the sidewalk on the quickest route to the history department. Little did I know that there was a massive, hidden patch of pure ice hiding beneath the freshly fallen snow.
I fell forward (this time) and landed on my knees. I recall my high pitched squeak and the embarrassment that someone might have seen me. Thankfully, nobody did. But my left knee really hurt. I had to hobble to class, almost slipping again a little ways up.
After class, I realized that I had left my project in my car and was forced to go out and retrieve it. I left the department with a friend, who walked along side me for part of the ways. He told me to be careful when I almost slipped on another random patch of ice. I told him about my fall earlier and he told me to walk slowly.
We parted and I neared the giant, hiding ice patch again. This time, since I knew where it was and could see the disturbed snow from my last fall, I slowed down and prepared to step onto the side where the dead grass was hiding beneath.
Alas, there ice reached far into the grass as well. This time, foreseeing my misfortune, I let out a guttural "f***" and backwards. I didn't know whether to be more embarrassed by the sound I made or by the fall in general. I'd fallen backwards this time and collected snow all over my back, legs, and hair.
And, of course, this time a guy I recognized saw everything.
"Don't walk this way," I laughed. I was terribly embarrassed. He just nodded and let out an awkward, "Yeah," and kept walking.
Fantastic.
It's been two days since then and my knee is an assortment of colors. It's also a little swollen, but it is beginning to get better. Over the front of my knee, it's mainly black and blue, with a nice little circle of red where it's swelled over the bone. A light green saturates the background.
I hate this weather. I truly do.
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