Ten Years of Winter
I always very much enjoy the start of winter in the midwest. Back at the end of high school, whenever I told anyone that I was considering attending college in Iowa, the first word out of their mouth would always be either “Why?” or “Cold!” It became pretty hyped up in my mind, and I had some trepidation that first year…would I be able to handle the Iowa winter?
Well it worked out fine. I loved the snow, the cold did not bother me, and I grew to like it more over time. It also became somewhat symbolic each year, as the weather turned from the familiar to something I had never encountered back in Austin, of moving away from home or even growing up. The temperature drops and I am reminded that I’m kind of an adult now, on my own in a new, or at least after these years different, place, and it’s in a way reassuring.
And I still have to go outside to see the first snowfall of the season, each year.
Pals
So the other day Erica and I were walking out of the apartment, when she paused to look through the mailbox. I stood on the steps, heard a noise from the tree directly in front of me. I turned to look just in time to see a bird of prey (hawk?� our guess..) come flying out of the tree towards me, holding a dead pigeon. It veered off, landed on an suv half a block away, and dropped the bird. We investigated, the hawk flew up to a building top, and we had a quick look at the pigeon. All of its neck feathers were removed, leaving a strange skinny bit between shoulders and head. We moved off quickly, and when we returned later in the evening, pigeon and hawk were gone. A bit of wildlife in the city…it colored my whole day…
So about two years ago I decided that I wanted to write palindromes. Off and on I work on it..rarely making much progress. I haven’t been able to make any long ones that make sense. Here are my best so far. If you’ve heard them already, let me know. sigh.
Drowsy sword
No parts strap on
Amoral aroma
God for evil onsets at ten; net tastes no liver of dog
