We are only a little lost, walking through hallways with pasted-on smiles. Her back was tense as she flicked her fingers over the page, brushing away the crumbled remains of an eraser. So you go on talking. I saw the clouds, and the wind and sadness along with wonder. Outside the frost sparkles on the hard lawn, the trees are bare and the wind nips and bites at any exposed body part.
Winter is in full bloom.
But inside my head, where it matters most, Summer has arrived. Inc. All rights reserved.