September.

It’s slow motion even as the music starts to ramp up. The marbles have spilled out of the bag, the various sizes and all the colors begin to fall to the ground. Bouncing, crashing, and eventually rolling onto the uneven wooden floor. 

They bounce, they crash, and they roll. Over and over. The floor won’t seem to receive them. 

As soon as a single marble starts to slow, starts to settle, another shiny ball snatches up its peace. And they rumble all over again. And again and again, they repeat the clashing and moving. 

The heart races with the increase of time, no less chaos. Perhaps a search for the silence amongst the noise will bring balance?

The moments between the meetings of glass to floor or marble to marble are extracted. Small fragments of quiet are distilled. I’m finally distracted. 

I’m stretching silence like a balloon, with the hope that soon the marbles will be somewhere off in the distance. I’m picturing a hot air balloon taking me away as I peer down at the noise getting smaller and smaller. 

On my return to earth, they suddenly became skyscraper sized spheres, rolling to crush. My chest is crushed by what had started as a tiny object. 

I’m not sure what the end of this is, I don’t have an insight, a lesson, or a thought. This was just the experience of a Thursday. 

I’m just a girl, sitting in front of my computer asking you…

Can I trade you my jumbo catseye for your steely?