It is snowing.
I am running.
My eyeballs are being sharply beaned by a steady pelting of snowflakes***
It is crazily pleasant.
My lashes and lids become alert and protective,
An occasional splash of cold, cul-de-sac, puddle water over the front of my Gel ASICs
Breath, hot and steamy in the enclosed personal sauna of insulated mask, windbreaker and gloves~
I am a human, thermodynamic oasis in the icy weather.
Along the path is a line of juniper bushes,
Laden with cream and sugar.
A dream-like memory of my father, young, handsome Marine awakens in my consciousness;
He is spraying the bag worms on the juniper under the south window.
I am watching, crouched on my young, spindly, innocent haunches.
Perplexed, not understanding the threat,
I feel sorry for the residential Salina bagworms. I consider them to be
Rather Beautiful: Innocent Victims.