needle and thread

the ground is brittle at zero degrees farenheit, and the grass crunches, and we all leave semi-permanent footprints in the earth.

i say it again: i care about you. don't take that to mean any more than it does. i finally stumbled over the last giant tree root and knocked some sense into my head, although thank the sweet lord i'm not in a wonderland this time.

did i slay something? no. did i pull my arm away in time? maybe. i might've had my fingernails clipped a bit, but nothing time won't fix. i could've let it linger until the consequences would've been much worse.

i might be ready for some of those stitches.

take care, friend. i'm sure i'll miss some part of you over this next month.

-d