“i’m going out
i don’t care if it’s snowing”
shaking hands
“I don’t care if it’s snowing. I’m going out,” she told me. And that’s just what earlier I’d told myself. It was like a handshake. Yesterday morning I went out to feel the fresh air, and the cold, and the wind, and the snow blowing on my skin. She was out there down by the little creek searching for stones. The two of us smiling, like kindred souls.
