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March 25 The Perfect Weather to Die.I have some bizzare thoughts from time to time. I still think Mom musta dropped me a few times. Last night I was thinking about what would be the perfect weather to die in.
I decided that I don't want to die on a bright, beautiful, sunny day. If the weather is that nice, I want to be outside doing something; gardening, fishing, or somethin! Anything except laying around dying somewhere. Right?
I've also decided that I don't want to die on a rainy, cold bleak and miserable day. It's just too damn depressing. Those kinda days are for warm blankies, and an old movie on TV, or a good book. Nah, death on a yucky day isn't for me either.
I've actually selected as my perfect dying weather, winter. Close your eyes, place yourself in at the end of winter, just before spring. When all the holidays are over of course, because no one wants to ruin the family holidays forever by dying during them, so ya gotta wait past Valentines Day. Imagine there's about a foot of fresh snow on the ground. Big fat snowflakes are falling slowly and gently, silently hitting the gorund like feathers. It's not cold outside - just a heavy sweater will do. Everything is is quite, and the fresh blanket of snow sparkles. The perfect time would be a dusk when the sky is that kinda orangy-pinky color that makes the snow glow a soft pink.
Yep, that would be the perfect weather to die in. Just a thought. TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://vlw-art.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!3F006BBFC3BA78AA!1921.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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