Frozen Puddles
Narrative Refraction
Frozen Puddles is an expression of a relationship-changing state. Entering another season of your life and leaving people behind. They may be important to you. They can’t keep pointing the puddles out anymore. Sometimes you must go on alone.
It is March in Toronto
The inbetween time
Not quite winter
Not quite spring
Rain falls and then it freezes
Everything covered in a layer of ice
Distorting the world in its refraction
Frozen puddles everywhere
There is a morning
A favourite place frozen in time
Watching bubbles of air trapped beneath ice
Waiting for the chance to escape
Memories are muddy like the water
Feelings trapped like those air bubbles
One must help release them
With the satisfying sound of shattering glass
Someone is there
“You missed one.” They point and say
Smash. Shatter. Smash. Shatter
Until there are no more puddles
There are no more ice layers to break through
You are free like all the trapped bubbles
The in-between time passes
No one is there This piece is inspired by Rob Auton’s I Strongly Believe In Impossible Things. I’ve been reading it during my work breaks, and it has been a delight. It would be described as a navel-gazing extravaganza but sometimes that’s where the most honest expression happens.
Personal insights into some of the most mundane and common aspects of life bring into relief our universal experiences through an individual’s perspective. When you think about it all writing is an extension of this. A window into the unique conscious mind of another. While that might not strike you as a profound statement - I still think it’s amazing that we have the means to communicate and connect in this way.
The mundane is often incredible maybe even impossible.
May you find peace on your journey.
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Dear India,
I’ve hesitated sharing my story with you because I felt like I’d be just another Western backpacker who espouses some kind of spiritual awakening after visiting.
