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So...it's after midnight, and my father wakes up and realizes that he's left the plants down at his store uncovered, and it might frost. He mentions that he's going down there, and since it would be silly to let him go down to a deserted store lot on his own in the middle of the night, I go with him.
We take out the thin plastic sheeting which he intends to use. It's pale blue, and holding it when the wind blows is like holding the skin of the ocean. There's even the sound of the surf, as eddies and currents of air ripple the surface. With a fair amount of cursing, we get it strung over the pipe frame for the hanging plants, and being inside that...imagine that you're /inside/ the surf, the waves billowing and breaking over your head, rolling into calmness, then back into turbulence.
It was beautiful. It sounds funny to say that about a bunch of cheap plastic sheeting that shreds practically as soon as you look at it, but it was /beautiful/. Lighter than cloth, it floated with every gust of wind, the sound was less the snapping of laundry and more oceanic. It took the last of the anger and depression that I'd been feeling, and just whipped it away, gave it to the wind and the moon, and the plastic tide.
We take out the thin plastic sheeting which he intends to use. It's pale blue, and holding it when the wind blows is like holding the skin of the ocean. There's even the sound of the surf, as eddies and currents of air ripple the surface. With a fair amount of cursing, we get it strung over the pipe frame for the hanging plants, and being inside that...imagine that you're /inside/ the surf, the waves billowing and breaking over your head, rolling into calmness, then back into turbulence.
It was beautiful. It sounds funny to say that about a bunch of cheap plastic sheeting that shreds practically as soon as you look at it, but it was /beautiful/. Lighter than cloth, it floated with every gust of wind, the sound was less the snapping of laundry and more oceanic. It took the last of the anger and depression that I'd been feeling, and just whipped it away, gave it to the wind and the moon, and the plastic tide.
