Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Winter

Raindrops streak across the window, leaving a trail of watery fragileness. Menacing gray clouds, with big bushy eyebrows, growl at the earth. Gathering winds, demonstrating maybe, crowd the cracked squares and stoned streets. Temperatures are falling to a certain degree and temperaments are rising to a certain chill. Cheeks are beginning to rose; noses are beginning to run. Gloves are being handled; scarves are being necked. Bodies are being coated; hats are being headed. Ears are getting muffed; lips are getting chapped. Breath becoming visible in a foggy way; fog becoming invisible in a breathy way. Daylight now much shorter; shorts now much longer. Beaded sweat replaced by knitted sweater; ice coffees replaced by steamy espressos. The outdoor heaters join the outdoor diners for dinner. The security guards bounce from foot to foot. The passengers enter the bus with a gust of frigidness. Vents blowing artificial heat into rooms; heat, then, is being artificially vented. Less humanity outdoors: maybe because it is too fresh. Fewer people hanging out: maybe they are just trying to hang in. Hands rub together, trying to imitate flint stones; stones are stone cold. The trucks exhaust exuding exhausted excuses shaped like steam smelling of chemical. Shivering skins looking for a pocket; pocketed shivers looking for some skin. Feet cold on the bathroom floor; toes colder in open sandals. Fingers holding the cigarette are uncomfortably numb; as are some minds. Umbrellas are pulled inside out, they look like giant funnels; everybody is pulled together, trying to bring their limbs outside in – and I just stand there bundled in my fur coat, amused –

Yes, it is winter in Jerusalem, but it is also winter in my heart.

12 Comments:

Blogger jakeyology said...

a tzadik in peltz.

12/21/2005 2:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

fun to read- thank you

12/21/2005 3:22 PM  
Blogger Avi said...

A) How's the weather!?

B) Can a hat beheaded?

12/21/2005 6:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

there is nothing worse than a frigid heart...

a bit of passion and the world will reawaken from its winter indifference.

and love the coat.

12/22/2005 6:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

in my opinion:
fair should be fair, if it wants to be fair.

12/23/2005 2:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

...it might make you feel better to know that it was 80 degrees here in L.A. today.

Happy Chanukah Jake

12/25/2005 1:51 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

jake jake bo bake banana fanan fo fake fee fi mo make
jake.

ta da.

12/25/2005 3:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

One would be hard pressed for an explanation as to why the previous comment wasn't signed!

12/25/2005 6:49 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

it was signed: ta da.

ta da.

12/27/2005 10:14 AM  
Blogger jakeyology said...

the last one was me.

12/27/2005 10:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Fingers holding the cigarette are uncomfortably numb; as are some minds"

Doubtfull whether the Numbminded are really that uncofortable in their state. Or is it you, the observer, who reamains uncomfortable?

In the latter case, this wouldn't be a wholly accurate analogy.


Regards from 644,
-Roy the Choy

1/04/2006 11:18 AM  
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