One: Cold air, pale blue light, glints of sun on the frost everywhere, I'm functioning on auto, got to get to work, car's broke driving the Tahoe can't find an ice scraper. My old standby, the check card, scraping the frozen hard frost off the windshield, I come around to the side, my hand lifted to apply, flash. Through my mind goes the knowledge that if you reveal only part of an image, if the revelation is uniform, the picture will complete itself in your mind. And isn't that so, Lord? We don't need to know it all. I love the processes of intuition, they are mysterious and beautiful, and there for those with eyes to see. I swipe the card on the window. Back and forth, back and forth, leaving large spaces of frost in between the swathes. I get to the bottom of the window and there, clearly, I see my face and hair. The completed image, the knowledge, finished, only in my mind but accurate as the cold clear light of morning.
Two: Driving down Central Avenue, the light diffusing and getting softer, peering through the hole of clarity I made on the windshield, the sun blinding, right in my eyes, I catch movement in front of me, a man. Running across the road. A brilliant gold halo encircles his head. Long shaggy hair, a hat, baggy coat. But mostly just gold. Shooting out around his form. I see a thick swirl of warm breath curl out and above his head, through the gold, into the pale blue sky.
Two: Driving down Central Avenue, the light diffusing and getting softer, peering through the hole of clarity I made on the windshield, the sun blinding, right in my eyes, I catch movement in front of me, a man. Running across the road. A brilliant gold halo encircles his head. Long shaggy hair, a hat, baggy coat. But mostly just gold. Shooting out around his form. I see a thick swirl of warm breath curl out and above his head, through the gold, into the pale blue sky.
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