The frenzy that is your heart.
Humidity and wet slow a flurry of movement. Finding your soft warm skin tucked under your soaked snow jacket.
Your wet jeans.
Your slightly shrunk white and red plaid button down.
Your poorly choosen sneakers.
Your hands went numb well before your shoes soaked through.
Your eyes were wild, but you will get there and not lose any limbs.
It was like the snow, the blanket that was the snow. The whiteness of a solid sky and the complete lack of sound was trying to drown you were you paused.
So you are left with the frenzy in your heart, driving you forward as you ache for a destination beyond a home that feels like a pitstop.
Home home home a promise encased by so much snow
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