something_else fyn gula he put his leaf-raking coat on that day he decided to clean up the english walnuts no longer frozen in the snow. all around him the flakes began to fall, tiny pieces of paper from a child's scissors. she came up to him, screen door slamming, and he could see her trembling, but not from the cold. it was from fear of the future, a world about to change. he was not one to give advice. all he could do was see the blush rush to her cheeks, as the morning light illuminated the green of her eyes like some exotic jewel. and to preserve this beauty, this foto of the memory, he spoke of her past. "if you did something, you can do something else." she smiled, and her lips parted enough to where he could catch the shine of the two silver balls, one on top of the tongue, the other underneath. and he raked. and she talked, and though he did not say anything else, he noticed she stopped trembling and the whole yard was clean. 010217 ... h|s|g life_is_beautiful 110912 ... three words ground_zero something_else teardrops_on_the_sidewalk 190630 what's it to you? who go blather from