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To make matters worse, I had been sick the last few days,Īnd my sister and I had gotten into a fight and had not spoken since. I could feel my mood slipping as if it was sand This did not help soothe the fact that my boyfriend had not returned my phone calls for the last week, which was suddenly a painfully present fact. My uncontrollable wandering mind immediately compared her to me, and unsurprisingly, I fell far short. Men were fighting to be at her side and lived just to catch a glimpse of her radiance. I wrinkled my nose at the opening paragraph where, once again, the perfect elegance of the princess’ character was described as small, delicate, graceful, beautiful, and intelligent. The chapter ended too quickly as a raindrop blurred the edges of the next chapter’s heading. I glanced at the road Grader, still too close to make the amount of road in front of me worth my time to roll, and sunk back into my fantasy land. In fact, for most of the summer, all I could remember was the smell of rain. I finally got the page turned just as the first fat raindrop distorted the silver color of the cylinder showing its true dirty yellow identity. It was the reason for my chills and raincoat. Anyone could make the roller work with minimal instruction, and the lack of cab was not a boost to my ego. The roller did not belong to me and my hands were not so special. I was squished as far down into the seat as possible to stay warm. I waved a polite ‘good by’ and further hunched my back into my warm clothing. The short laugh of the man as he further guaranteed me that I was going to get wet brought me out of the flowery world that my head was still drifting in. No cab obstructed the world’s view of me or staled the fresh air that graced my lungs. The enormous silver, brown, and white speckled cylinder moved or vibrated at different rates with the slightest stir of my noble hand. I was regally perched upon a padded black seat, positioned between the giant tires that almost reached my 5’9’’ height. I was waiting to roll the next section, so my roller was pulled to the side and turned off. Smashing it down on its slow trek to finishing the dirt road we were reconstructing. My roller – YES, my roller – was a big diesel-powered Cat that, extremely loudly (hence the earplug), crushed anything below it. In front of him, a truck was probably dumping more rock and root-filled dirt which, after being spread around, I was to roll. I could see the flashing yellow lights of the yellow road Grader in front of me. I politely responded, keeping the sarcasm out of my voice, as I looked at my surroundings. Like all people who are just meeting or passing, he commented on the weather – guaranteeing that I was going to get wet. It startled me enough that he felt it necessary to apologize before repeating his comment. Allies had finally started to come together, pooling their honor and ideals in hopes of saving a land, and her princess, from the darkness of corrupted power! I would like to have blamed the earplug that deadened the sounds around me, but I was so absorbed in my book that I didn’t even notice a man approach me until he said something. The plot was thickening as the chapter came to a close. I could feel the temperature dropping as my arthritic hands fumbled to turn the page in my newest novel.

I was cold even though I was wearing two pairs of jeans, a t-shirt, two sweatshirts, my winter coat, and my giant raincoat, not to forget my wool socks and wool hat. That is reality…a reality that engulfed me like the fog that finally swallowed the green expanse of the mountains filling my view. Even if I could shrink my Viking bone structure and melt off the excess pounds to fit their clothing, the grace with which they move, speak, and live is attainable only by the words of authors and poets. I am, and never will be, the princess in those stories. They altered my thoughts and allowed me to forget the harsh reality that made up my life.

#SPIRAL KNIGHTS PADDED ARMOR FULL#

The long complicated plots full of beautiful people in strange lands fed my mind and imagination. I was always partial to fairy tales and as I grew older fantasy books, then novels. And the rest of the Gilpin County Road and Bridge crew, 2005

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