Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Cold Falls
Cold falls like a firm hand pressing the breathable air out of the atmosphere, and everything is more silent. I walk out of work, late for home, for a long weekend, and I am alone. Into the fleshless walls of the parking deck I walk in the dark hearing not even the sound of my own feet. It would be easy to imagine the world actually ended and I am only just now taking notice.
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