Tuesday Two Submersion


The river was incensed when she was told it was not, after all, her birthday. She drew up a storm, raging and rampaging and breaking the tranquil ice so that fish underneath wondered whether she had indeed gone mad.

I witnessed her frenzy and survived the subsequent blizzard, thinking if the feel of the water captures all of this wild electrifying roar, everyone who goes swimming there next summer will experience the strangest come of their lives, an all-encompassing full-body hit when the water swallows them for the longest seven seconds.

Kunpa en olisi avannut ovea jättiläiselle joka söi orvokkini.

Koit puhkoivat reikiä arvokkaisiin kankaisiini, ja kun tervapääskyni vetäytyi penseästi aivan ikkunan laidalle, tunsin pelkuruuteni varisevan pikkuruisina hahtuvaisina höyhenpallosina jalkoihini.

Jälkeenpäin jättiläinen pakeni, mutta minä näin sen ja käskin lintua pitämään huolen omista asioistaan. Onneksi yksi orvokki jäi jäljelle penkkiin, niin kuin minuakin oli vain yksi siinä.


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