calling in early favors

only this morning, i wished i had thought to grab my camera
because this world and everything in it
has been sucked into a negative version of itself
and the results
the way the white snow looms under this pale grey sky
how it hangs in just the right places
where shadows would have been
sometimes on sunny days
light and dark in reverse
deliriously gorgeous

only now i’m trapped inside
[even though when i close my eyes i can still see the fabulous contrast of the barely blooming pink of the dogwood trees near the library path against the light dusting of white
they looked like delicately constructed candies--
sickening sweet cake decorations]
where everything falls under the gloam of a noxious green
and where the hum of my computer makes me want to run at full pace
go where there’s an ocean
or a place where i might get some rest