48. Years of Rice & Salt “Eskimo Kiss” Nothing of Cities [Future]
Moment @ 4:36
There was snow piling up in the fireplace and there was nothing to be done about it. Flakes became a dusting became mounds became a packed chimney of snow in mid-January in his basement family room. He hadn’t been downstairs in a week and this is what he got for going down there at this time. It hadn’t melted because he had refused to turn the heat on this winter. Really, though, he shouldn’t have been called stupid for this decision until about two weeks prior. Below freezing weather, much less snow of this magnitude, was rare in this part of Kansas and the TV weathermen sure didn’t see this eight-days-and-counting coming. In fact, every night before he went to bed, he heard or saw the broadcast predict that it would all taper off by morning. But every morning came and it all just kept tumbling down. He had to stop blaming nature, though. All he had to have done to avoid being in this situation was check the flue in the first place. He couldn’t go down there, he said to himself and to his finch, Esmeralda, who seemed to enjoy the bright whiteness gleaming into her dusty cage in the bedroom window. That attitude, tweeting gleefully and bopping from perch to perch, didn’t help his mood either. So eventually he started shoveling it out. Bucket after bucket he poured out into the backyard and each time he opened the back door he heard Esmeralda screech like he was throwing away her friends, leaving them for dead. Like she knew what he was doing, he thought sarcastically. Finally the bird noises got too aggressive for him to take anymore. He got to the last few bucket loads and then finally took a tiny Dixie cup to her wire castle. He scattered it across the bottom, on top of the newspaper, and would you look at that. The bird played in it, ate it, and looked at him as if to say thanks.
Source: SoundCloud / Years of Rice and Salt