Insidious Adaptation

As the earth spins, the cold wind blows, from The North down, covering the plains with a sheet of bitter sting, simply known as, winter. The earth, she spins on a titled axes, for that is what we all know, some audaciously question, however the seasons change, the heat of summer becomes the cool of fall followed by the frigid state of late winter. These months, they linger, they titillate us with, “so close, but so far away,” as the springtime season smell is in the air, but dampened by a heavy cold.  Walking my dog outside, a Husky, for she loves the winter, she embraces and sits in the cold, as the snow covers her majestic coat, and her piercing blue eyes gleam through the greyness of the winter morning, I notice a peace that I will not get again, not today. The rest of my day is not a walk in solace, nor is it a practice in mindfulness, it is rather, chaotic, involving me holding on, riding, rather than controlling, attempting not to judge, attempting to be a, “better” pers...

In junior high, as I discovered "chat rooms," I had developed an alter ego who was 19, from California, and male, under the name of Billy McBean. This was my typical response where the common question would arise, "A/S/L( Age, Sex, Location)?" I figured 19 was safe and due to being nowhere near California, nobody could, “figure me out.” I created the name from a kid I knew in elementary school whose last name was different, but for sake of embarrassment on the world wide web, I figure I'm best at leaving that next part out.   Billy lived in what appeared to be squalor on the edge of my small town. He wasn’t too far from where I lived, though I determined, miles away socially. Billy might have had some sort of learning disability, or at least emotional disturbances due to home conditions, something that indicated a “difference.” Unfortunately as kids go, this, “difference” was noticeable and used against him from the bus rides to school, to the playground, ...