December 17, 2020

8:37pm, W 28th Street and N Howard Street, Baltimore, MD

I am writing this at home because it is too cold to stand outside and write. After thought about the dance... vertical snow angel. Winter temps and winter precipitation. Enthusiasm pretty low. Tired. End of the week is approaching. Somewhere between here and there. Moving forward. One step at a time. Spinning feels like gliding when you're on snow covered ice. Will next year feel a little free-er? Nah... I'll fill the void with something else. Day three hundred fifty-two.