So it seems the days of winter have arrived; the leaves have fallen off the trees and light drizzle
that seems to last forever. It feels that a ciggie should be in my right hand and coffee -black- should be in my left. It feels like feet should be curled up together to hold together warmth that cannot be found. With gratitude toward summer, my joy is found in the latitude of winter. Windows fogged in the morning as walking through the mist becomes addictive; like using valium to dream. Like a dream bodies are caressed by the mist and dampened by the dew. Dew that tickles my toes as they gently brush against soft morning grass.....
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