Sunday, February 14
I walked along the highway like a child estranged from his parents.
Above were the eyes of God looking down at my bareness and fragile skin--moved to coldness and no bargain, I had to quicken my steps or I would feel
soon the wrath of so much challenging weather.
Skittering to and from a darkened place of confusion, I will find a hovel that allows me to catch my breath & relieve my body of a few nights pain...
and to wipe the dust and detritus of living from my glasses.