Broken Promise

Each winter I promise myself I will bundle up and walk in the frigid air. Occasionally, I keep my promise. Mostly I shiver at the thought and remain indoors. I breathe in the stale, dry air of central heating and the recirculating dust that seems to reproduce, despite regular cleaning and air filter replacements. WalkingContinue reading “Broken Promise”

Wintry Day

I force myself to go out into the cold, bleak winter day.I suck in the fresh air and try to convince myself,that the bare trees are beautiful;that the brown mucky slush is fluffy white snow;that the dark low clouds are full of rainbows.My confident posture begins to droop;My head hangs low.Then the clouds part andContinue reading “Wintry Day”