we always ran through the snow. looking for excuses to enjoy the cold weather. casting off daily worries and lingering troubles. to let our skin raise in the cold. 

sliding on patches of ice glazed pavement. cracking icicles off of dangling tree branches. gazing off into the forested escarpment with a blinding glow. recollecting the loss of seasons past. 

the blizzard when we shared truths. the nights our frustrations were hazed by flurries in front of our eyes. your father and I shoveled out the driveway. when i left to never return in the morning. 


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