Dragging through the snow

An old friend sent me a message not too long ago asking if I were well and hoping that I still write. Oh it is this writing again. Pages and files of my words and I am here getting over myself to reach for that which is from myself. My responsibilities to my words are superseded and now I must correct myself once again. And the words swirl in my mind like my visions of mint chocolate chip ice cream; smooth and cool atop the hot soles of my feet upon burning summer pavement. The heat so that my eyes see the waves clearly before me – so are my thoughts and they will not rest.

And in my gratitude for life, and I am bewildered by my steps through it, by my actions of gratitude toward my Lord and by my inadequate nature.

I await the summer.