A Dark And Desolate Night: Braving The Elements To Write

street lamp on dark icy nightIt is a dark and desolate night. The wind howls. The streets gleam, sheet ice. Not a soul in sight.

Not a night to venture forth.

Go back, my brain urges my legs, go back into the cozy warmth. I’ve forgotten to put on woolen leggings under the two pairs of sweatpants.

But my legs stalk on, two icy ski poles. Beneath my tractor-tread boots, sharp crampon spikes Continue reading