There Was A Title

Walking in the snow the sun trying to break through it ran through my mind whatever that title was. Instead of taking note through Pages I wondered if I’d remember then got taken up in the sunshine between clouds with large flakes still swirling, seeing so many up early shoveling, plowing and did I tell you I almost got eaten by a large dog snarling at me, darting across the street though I was a reasonable distance past his house? Not reasonable enough I’d postulate taking it one step further it’s action was to save face with his person digging out the driveway in turn snarling at his pet ” get back here damn dog” ? That in itself equaling zero or yin and yang, I forgot its name but did notice he was up to my waist and if he’d taken a chunk from my buttocks I could think that some would have been disappointed, even devastated, still… at my age! All this yet nothing could stop me from drinking in the morning. even with my Uggs absorbing the moisture better than an expensive sponge, the leather waterproof ones 1173 miles away, each time the sun broke through I forgot, felt warm, questioning the muse are my toes wet? Yes they were but that was ok.

I’m tired of the cold and being cold, want to go home though I can’t yet. Being here I realize I don’t have to be here again. Peace made my life is elsewhere and I don’t mind. There was another 8 inches with delays or are schools closed today? We’ll know that in due time. My, my it’s almost 5, yes we’re talking a.m. To pick my poison will it be matcha tea with protein, ginger and honey, espresso making it dirty or espresso on its own? One thing for certain slipper boots for toes definitely cold with these socks.

Tired of being cold.


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