#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.