Monday, March 04, 2013

the classic

I'm driving to the same place for the same competition as four years ago. Today a constant, nearly invisible haze of snowflakes swirls on the wind and vanishes upon touching the ground. A reminder that four years ago, it snowed and I called you to ask if you'd keep the duty phone for me just a little longer. You know how this island gets when the roads turn slick. You said yes, as you always did, and told me not to rush. I slid my way back. 

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