Journal jawtheshark's Journal: A walk in the snow 10
Since it didn't stop snowing (and it still is going on), I decided to go for a wintery walk. Normally, when I take a walk I go to the heights around here, but this time something in me made me take a different path. I took a path, I didn't take for years, but I have taken it at least a thousand times while I was a kid. I talk about the forest that lies behind our village. The forest where I played as a little boy, built huts, played hide 'n seek, and did the general stuff little boys do.
Once there, I was charmed by the prettyness of the landscape, while the snow cracked under my feet I heard birds chirp and the wind moved the big trunks of the century old trees made huge cracking sounds.
I decided to go in direction of the two little ponds we called "the swamp" when we were kids. On the way there I found myself in some kind of tunnel. Not a tunnel of brick and mortar, no, a natural tunnel formed by branches covered in snow forming a neatly arched ceiling. I guess that in some fairy tale it would have been the perfect entrance to some enchanted garden.
"The swamp" was still unfrozen, the borders filled with snow however making the water more like mashed snow. I'd nearly say a gel-like substance. I employed the little brigde over the ponds, and it suddenly struck to me that I had not yet seen any signs of human presence. Not one other lone stroller, not a footprint anywhere, no unnatural sound. I started to look around, but except some prints in the snow of birds, I didn't find much.
Continuing my strollings through the forest, I ended up confused, as you cannot see paths well when everything is covered in snow. Suddenly, I was in front of a small pond, I had never seen and didn't remember that I've ever seen water there before. From my memory, there should have been a crater-like dip, and the path goes straight through it. Now, the path just ended in water. It was actually very pretty, with the wind rippling the surface. Yet, now I had to find a way around it.
Further I passed close to the fields where we went playing with the sledge back when we were kids. I'm pretty sure I could have convinced my sister to go for some sledging, but she's now in France snowboarding.
Uphill it was very very windy, which had a quite interesting effect on the snow. It looked like little dunes. Nicely sculpted by the wind, on some places the snow barely covered a millimeter of the ground and in other places it was nearly a complete meter. The other side effect of the extremely chilly wind was that I really got a cold face. And my hair felt frozen as if I wore a helmet.
So I decided to go home using the shortest path, which led me nicely out of the wind. It was then I crossed the first human being in the fourty minutes I was out there.
Now I'm back inside, enjoying some Japanse green tea.... Ha, that walk felt good. I wonder why I never do that "just like that"...
Updated 04/01/2003, 18:50. Exchanged all "forrest" instances with "forest". What a dumb spelling mistake!
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However, even if I do have some skills in writing you need a topic. Something you really can write 150++ pages about. I have no such a thing. You might, and you are ever trained to do it. Of course, I can write 15000++ lines of code, but that won't bring me any readers ;-)
And why do you don't write a book? I'd be pleased to be a proofreader. I can be a critic too.
You know, you seem to be one of the most intelligent people responding to my entries. This one didn't generate much replies, but I found it (within my own humility) one of my best entries. Others, where I rant, or talk about sex are pure hits. I don't get it... Isn't there anything that touches the human soul anymore?
(Again drinking champagne, so I might be a bit light headed in my conclusions)
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Personally, I'd say that it's a good read but I didn't feel the need to add anything in response. Maybe that's a result of not seeing a single snowflake yet this winter in dear old Kansas City and it's driving me nuts.... it is a lot easier to get involved in rants, though, because everyone's got an opinion about something rantable. Just enjoy the fact that you made your journal readers feel good for a while. Remember, a lack of response != lack of enjoyment.
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I have to admit, I was a bit ashamed of the post you quote. I had been drinking again, and since I'm a reply-junkie I was ranting on. I shouldn't have done it, I know. I'm truly sorry, but as in real life: slashdot posts cannot be undone.
You are of course completely right: if there's no response, it doesn't mean that nobody read it (and/or liked/disliked it). The writer cannot see it of course, and that's why I'm so fond of replies. What good is a journal if nobody is ever going to read it, right? ;-)
Personally, I try to comment in as much Journals as I can. It doesn't always work, because you're right: what can one say in reply to a poem or the a description of a feeling? I was foolish, indeed, to expect even any replies. I rarely comment on those either.
This is what makes SamTheButcher quite special: he can comment, as a critique, yes, but he can. Guess it's a professional deformation.
Glad you took the time to reply, and share your views on that totally out of place post of mine. Thanks!
P.S. Does it ever snow in Kansas? I only know about Tornadoes and little girls getting sucked up by them and ending up in the land of Oz ;-)
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But right now I'd give my right arm for just a couple inches of the white stuff (not cocaine). Oh well.
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I am sure that this is one person that would have loved to have been there with you, just walking through the snow holding your hand.
Ohh and perhaps maybe a snowball fight or two!
I love you!
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Snowball fights? I always lose at snowball fights
Love you sweety!