Milomi's world

i’m right at home in between 25C and 27C,
the perfect temperature to live comfortably and contemplate efficiently.
it never gets too cold where i live
and it’s never even dipped below 15C, thank gosh,
i would become a snow-woman.

still, last week, i mulled over events without mulled wine,
and i saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills,
that moment was an anchor, my anchor.

but what snow and what hills and what reflection?
i shudder in humid clouds and terrible air quality index,
i shrink away from thick tendrils of smoke and wounding sunlight, this city is hot.
i still went on and told my friend’s dog that really, my life changed when i saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills.

my head is swirling now-
i’ve ridden north, hopping trains and searching for that
glass mountain
to finish my song and to return my humid head to cool.
i saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills
and i wondered what the dog would say if he saw it too, he might ask if the landslide brought me down.

my head is still swirling
my words lost all semblance of sense five weeks ago when i first saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills.
try to get some sleep, maybe
you’re seeing things, it’s just a mirage.
my reflection waves at me.
i wonder if i should wave back.

Written by
Milomi.

Day 11/30- Landslide by Fleetwood Mac and NaPoWriMo’s lyric prompt are a dangerous combination. I apologise.

Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/a-mountain-covered-in-snow-with-trees-in-the-foreground-u8YSlZgzBzg