The crisp wind moves my hair back and forth.
Back and forth.
The snow sinks in as my boots press into the ground.
And Even though the snowflakes fall ever so elegantly onto one another in a symmetry I could never replicate.
And the air resonates the act of renewal and rebirth.
I can’t shake the feeling of how bitterly, utterly, shamelessly lonely I am as these God for saken frozen drops coat my mind.