" i get flurries "


oh winter, so many inches of accumulation on the ground. many numerous feet piling up over our shoes, over our knees, swallowing us up to our thighs, waists, chests, clavicles, then finally our heads.

we are gone and disappeared out from the world, surrounded by a blanket of soft boneshaft white. the temperature dips and our heart rate slows.

all we have is each other amongst the dampened ambiance.

tonight's homework:

adjust your gait, secure our footing upon the slick surfaces, and remain aware and vigilant. this storm is blowing through, and it's not worrying about the fact that you do not have proper seasonally-appropriate footwear.