Day 343: one

343

So there I was.

Walking through the park in ankle deep snow.

Looking at the ground.

Studying fallen leaves.

Wanting undisturbed snow and a shadow.

My nose is running.

I’m crouching down.

I think I’m crouching too deeply, my hinder is in the snow.

The temperature is one degree.

One.

The wind hurts my teeth.

The year is almost done.

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