tempatations

some have said that nights are not meant to be colder than this one. i would not argue.

if only it were accompanied by a blizzard. an arctic blast without a blizzard is an empty gesture. a bone chilling gesture, but an empty one nonetheless.

i hope i can do something meaningful with my day, hunkered down and shut in. i’d like to venture out to the lake to catch the icy crystals misting the sky, but i probably shouldn’t… i don’t think i have enough layers to venture out without risking frostbite.

but it’s just so tempting. maybe, if i ever fall asleep tonight, i’ll awaken, feeling different. maybe everything will feel different.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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