Weather Report

When micro-agressions, intentional or not, spill out of our mouths like bile while giving the weather report.

"And *this mess* coming in from the Gulf of Mexico... a sheet of freezing ice..."

The nonchalance of words like this are easy to brush aside, but for some they linger, festering. 

When will language become a little more revered, a little more precise, a little more poetic in our day to day? I'm not there myself yet but I yearn for it. 

- F