The Sting
The bitter chill stings the cheek. It holds you.
It grabs the heart and steals the breath.
The long winding line of footsteps reminds us of the places we've been, and the moments we can never get back.
It glides by.
It stings.
It hurts.
From January to September, the light lasts a little longer each day.
posted by Matt McKechnie @ 8:26 PM Comments: 0
I'm curious about this thing we call life and the inception of the whole ideology.