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Chill hung in the air and in her heart as she observed the frozen landscape.
Only fools and the desperate would be out in this mess.
Leaving her to wonder which one she was. Maybe she was both.
Dead bodies weren’t going to hide themselves, though, so out into the tundra she skied.
Putting my toes in the ocean with the wind in my hair and the heavy scent of salt in the air
And if not then a crystal clear lake with cabins and joy all around
Rural roads with mile upon mile of fresh blacktop and not a car in sight
A strong wind during twilight bringing the fresh smell of a coming storm
Dark night under the stars, friends to either side sharing stories and jokes
Icy cold in contrast to a bright sun reflecting off a virgin snowfall
Surreally painted skies at the beach, good tunes on the radio, watching the sun sink slowly off stage west
Everyone should occasionally go to their special place to recharge their soul in their own …
Growing a new future out of a cold wintery past
Reaching for the bright blue sky
Energy from the sun beating down on the newly born leaves
Enticing them to soak in all that they could
Nurturing them to express their vitality in a multitude of shades of…
Chilled to her bones, she tried to finish her typing, listening to the percussive clatter of the keys
Only the chattering wasn’t just the keyboard, but her teeth beat a duet with her fingers
Leaving her to wonder if the furnace was ever going to kick in
Didn’t remember she had placed a hold on it so no heat came for a long time
Cold permeated the air as it dripped through the walls.
His teeth chattered comically, so he put on a third sweatshirt.
It couldn’t get more miserable. could it?
Looking at the water pipes overhead, yes, it could.
Leaving his basement, he contemplated the empty fireplace.
Yeah, maybe he didn’t need the couch anymore.
Maximizing his profits caused him to find savings everywhere
If it could be downsized, he would do it. Single-ply toilet paper, cold cuts instead of a sub sandwich
Never paying for a hotel room, but instead opting for an overnight parking garage
It wasn’t so bad, but he was a six-foot-eight-inch dude who drove a …
So, I haven’t posted here for a couple of days
Of course, I hate when that happens
Really, I wanted to post, but I was burning the candle at both ends
Reaching a point where the words would not come
You can be assured I am sorry and will try to do better in the future.
And now a bonus poem/story…
She wanted to tell him she had been wrong in what she did
Or maybe not quite wrong, but maybe more mistaken
Reaching out, she cupped his cold face with her hands
Ready to finally apologize for what she had done
Yet she couldn’t though since he was already dead
So much angst when he stepped onto the platform
Cold sweat dripped down his back as the numbers cycled
All of his hard work undone by pizza and wings on his birthday
Leaving him waiting for the bad news
Except when he compared the number to that of an NFL lineman, well then he was okay
Slurping a liquid hug
On a cold gray dreary day
Uplifts her spirits, and she sighed contentedly
Perhaps she would be lucky and tomorrow be gloomy again
It was so cold outside, but he preferred to be out here shivering in physical misery
‘Cause she was inside
Eventually, he would have to go back in and suffer the emotional frostbite.
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