Blog Post 50.
March 14, 2021. Denver. Another Spring storm. Everyone is surprised, of course, because this only happens every single March in this state.
we patiently await word from the weatherman
I imagine we’re all huddled around the radio- one of them old-school guys with tubes that have to warm up before we can know our fate.
5 million phones glow 6 inches away from 5 million faces
“CDOT says the pass might close all weekend” “supposed to be THREE FEET in Golden” “this thing might last ’til Monday”
we must buy all the rice at Target
Friday evening we hunker down in anticipation of this year’s once-in-a-lifetime storm.
a little rain
a little sleet
“Oh it’s getting started honey! Roads are gonna be slick this weekend. Glad you bought all that rice”
Saturday morning
a little rain. a little sleet
Not as advertised. Is that doubt we sense in our faithful devotion to the nearest earpiece-to-God we have? Was the Weatherman wrong? I demanded a force majeure. This is little more than Spring showers.
yet we hold fast in our faith.
5 million phones glow 6 inches away from 5 million faces
Saturday night. “I think it’s snowing now!” “Yup that’s snow” “Oh boy looks like it’s picking up. Gonna be a big dump after all”
our piety brought us here
Kulani Sol 