We Are Not Alone

Frigid night air insulates us from the group meeting down the street. Flurries blow furiously in the orange beams of the streetlights, disappearing into the surrounding darkness like raindrops into the ocean. Ignoring the nervous trembles, we bundle into our coats, scarves, gloves, boots. With shaking fingers, tying my laces becomes a feat in itself.Continue reading “We Are Not Alone”