Writing

I thought this would be a

typical

miserable

boring

trip

with the exception of the refuge sought out in my computer

turns out

it would not be

I would encounter my best friend at two rest stops

Ten to twenty one

They thought that I was dumb enough

To think that they won

the last time i ate

was this morning

blueberry pancakes

warm

the smell of cinnamon

wafting from them

i ate a bite

then stopped

i imagine

ten year old me

running to the table

what is it?

i've always found it

confusing

why

are we tied to

one person

only

why

is romantic love

more important

than friendship

why

do i push people away

yet long

the smell of snow 

sharp and bright 

like the world holding its breath  

just before it turns new 

Slow and drawn out

the aftermath of recovering from harsh conditions

yet still standing

the beauty of ancient strength and wisdom radiating from it

yet still full of surprises

still going

still growing