#23, Year of the Typewriter | February 22, 2018
I saw the first snowdrops on February 5th of this year.
This week I saw them under snow.
10 cm deep
A walk is noisy now. Crunching.
My fingers are too cold too type more than a word or two.
Today I fell twice on the ice. My landing was a shatter.
I should be walking slower, shorter, but the blank path pulls me.
Like how the blank page pulls me.
I don’t want it to end.