Saturday, February 16, 2013

path to the zendo

Like the fat kid in the third grade, a wet snow descended on the neighborhood this morning ... gloppy, heavy and innocent.

An email informs me that someone wants to come to the zendo tomorrow ... which means I will have to go out and shovel a path through the fat-kid accumulation.

A path to the zendo. Once, a line like that might have had resonating and metaphorical magic to it.

Now, it's just snow.

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