December 12, 2008

slate grey skies, damp leaves on pavement; tiny rivers flowing inside the tracks of the MAX train; peppermint in my coffee; long earrings, wool coat, gloves, scarf; noses pressed to library glass, looking for flakes amidst the raindrops. cold wet dark in the barn, listening to rain hitting the metal roof; squelching of mud at the arena gate. Cookie's warm withers, head bent to graze for hay in the mud. warm shower, warm blankets, christmas tree.

tonight I found myself in the 'missed connections.' but it wasn't what I had wanted to find at all.

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