Similar Snowflakes

[Vatman]

Cold fingers aren't of much use to anyone. You can't knit, or type, you even lose the pleasure in clasping someones hand. I'm sure that's why we invented the indoors, and glass too, we need to look out and see the chill...but we never want to feel it.

I continue in steady incline, life as it were, goes on despite feelings of being arbitrary. The Christmas season ends with a bang in a few nights and honestly I can't imagine it happening any other way. Would you be surprised if I didn't mention that I love change, I'm switching schools again, going to another college come the spring semester...perhaps I'm a hobo at heart, following train tracks simply because they continue to go on. Who knows for sure... I took what you said into consideration magikarp. I put down the books, well, not entirely, I still pick up some debut novel kind of jazz, but I'm not rereading, and I'm not doing it every day.

Also for the first time in my life I've found myself balancing a new medium. Music. I am not a musician, I couldn't keep up the beat to Patty-cake or Mrs. Marry Mack as a child. But I picked up a guitar at a pawn shop a few days after my last post. Washburn. The burden of being fresh, it seemed appropriate.

It's been a difficult process, calloused fingers, and weeks of sounding horrible. But much like poetry did for me as I learned it's nuances, there are shades of pure beauty in those failed notes. I'm 21 picking up my first instrument since I was 7, and I am pleasantly surprised at the creative freedom an instrument gives you. At first it was all mechanics, muscle memory, chords, strumming, transitions. Don't get me wrong there are a million things to learn on those fronts left for me. But there is this distinct feeling of creative power, overlapping one chord with another, varying the strum in different patterns and speeds. Perhaps.

Just perhaps.

You can play the strings with cold fingers.