Wednesday, January 21, 2009

100 words about heavy blankets

"Sedimentary layers in rock from Sorhavna, Bear Island, Svalbard"
from this set of arctic images

The one thing I like about cold weather is that it calls for multiple blankets, and the effect of climbing into a tightly made bed with heavy layers of blanket is that you are pressed like sticky dough, removing all the bubbles so the noodles can be boiled al dente in the salted water of dreams. You become a favorite shirt, ironed free of wrinkles, fit to be worn and making you look smart the next morning. A dented bumper banged straight. The pressing is a physical replacement for anxiety's empty tonnage, the counterbalance setting you, for the night, unburdened.

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