early February cold and soft feelings, romance, maybe, careful and careless. Read or listen here.

This way perhaps, or is it there

We pause as if we’re close

The frigid air, a cold snap’s snare

Has crept up to our toes

It’s hard to tell just where we’ve been

Now that we’ve stopped to see

We’re wrapped in why’s and how’s and when’s

Feel bound and boundless, free

On beaten hearts off beaten paths,

One riddle left to lose.

A little lost, a little found,

Yet still we get to choose.

Written February 11, 2021

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