path:“20-29 (SELF LE California Snow by Matthew Labrecque
As I tried to stand on the trunk of a car damaged from years of the sun smiling on it, my feet slipped out from under me.
As I fell torwards the ground which was covered by a fresh snow, I thought about how earlierI was sitting in the warmth of my apartment.
I had been sipping coffee from my mug looking out at people struggling to clear the snow, dreading of the timewhen I too would be trying to free my car from the snowbank which had eaten it.
When I hit the ground, I stared up at the sky snow still falling onto my face. I had sprained my finger in my tumble from grace, maybe California wouldn’t be so bad a place.