The lawn at Rayovac is positively covered in tree cotton. It whirled through the air like May weather snowflakes – eventually collecting heavily on the edges of the grass, captured by the green sharp edges. But the cotton fought back by spreading itself everywhere; if it hadn’t been so warm I would have been convinced it was frost.
Before I went into work, I cracked the back windows of my car, hopefully ensuring my car would not be a heat box when I went home for the night. At 5 it was still an oven – and also a wonderful nesting place for an entire layer of cotton. I stood outside my car for a moment, mystified and wondering how in the world I was ever going to get all the cotton out of the upholstery. I rolled over the engine and as my car revved to life, I felt a grin pull across my face. I lowered all the windows and took off down the street. The cotton instantly rose in the breeze, racing around the car and out the windows. I was a real life, moving snow globe.
Anyone watching from the side of the road would have seen a 21 year old girl, driving alone in her car, laughing hysterically in a cloud of white cotton.
Oh, Ashley.
I think I love you for your hysterical laughter.
This entry is poetry. <3