Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee … this could be a scenery in a snow globe … you know the clear glass ball of liquid, shake it up to make the snow begin swirling around the scenery … Photo owned by me, also.
Earthquake in a Snow Globe …
Skip and I were talking today about something that rocked our world two days ago. We never saw it coming … it all came in such a way we both were stunned … it was a good thing we were sitting down.
I could see shock on his face … and I was like a mirror reflecting his shock. It was so much so that it felt like someone shook our world. I began crying, once I saw Skip wasn’t going to be able to say it was a joke.
Skip got a call while we were sitting at the dining table. He was so dead-tired from being on a trip. The call shattered our world … though we recovered quickly … in such a way we were numbed by it.
Today we were speaking about the shock, describing how it felt. I told Skip it was like being in a snow globe … like someone came along, picked our world up … shook it like Hell so, it felt like an earthquake.
That’s what we likened it to. Our world was picked up for a moment … shook like Hell … sat back down. All is calm, settled now. Just like in a snow globe. Earthquake in a snow globe.