At first, it is boring
irritating
because I don't want to be there.
But quickly
as I enter the woods
the cool, damp springy air
tinted with the scent of ferns that lie on either side of the trail.
I intrude
but do not trespass
as I fly through the trees
the wind at my back
vast choices for my future in front of me
and I continue
through the woods.
My favorite type of writing
is when I'm in the zone
I'm typing
no hesitations
just plugging in all of my honest thoughts and opinions into my somewhat-anonymous profile
spinning deeper and deeper into my spirals
In my mind
"Thanksgiving" has warped definition
twisted and mushed and changed by lots of different people
it used to be a holiday of celebration;
now it's harsh and revealed and true
it's cruel and violent
It's cold out
it's snowing
falling slowly
steadily
reassuringly
it brings a sense of calm
the world has begun the process of renewing;
once the snow melts
it will be spring
life will return
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