the wind is chilly, sou'wester skimming in, fresh from ice and snow. tentative touch to the mirror - it's freezing, could shatter with pressure. outside, the concrete is slick with ice. the setting sun's easy to miss.
the voice of reason persists. only it isn't quite reason encouraging me despite my doubts. one letter the sole progress deleted in knee jerk reaction. hesitation rules making me tentative you can yes you can. letters spill across the screen i am actually doing this. all done reluctantly press send and waiting becomes new evil.… Continue reading reality