24 January 2011

Push


It was early. And cold. Bitterly so. The only sounds were sneakers hitting pavement, the whoosh of my breath in and out, in and out... The wind whipped at my hair and stung my eyes, filling my lungs with its frostiness and waking me up.
Everything I carried out the front door with me peeled away and I pushed ahead. Stillness. Calm. Like a prayer. A holy moment...

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