I ran to work in the cold. 18 degrees.
Spent the morning with busy work.
Spent the afternoon helping a child die comfortably.
Ran home in snow that fell directly into my eyes
and chilled my toes
In a world of silent white.
I needed those miles.
2 comments:
thank you for sharing this. though i disagree with the title...
when I think of fluff I think of silence. you must have enjoyed the (mental) silence you found in the white.
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