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clouds cover the sky, grey and cold. the sun struggles to shine through, a bright disk behind the blanket of grey over it. the air is cold. i pull my scarf closer to my neck, pull my hat down and my hood over my head. i zip my coat up to the collar and flip it up to cover my face. the wind stirs around me, making me shiver. my gloves keep my fingers warm. i walk faster to get inside. it seems like it takes me forever to get to where i am going. the wind picks up again, fingers of cold wisping across my face and slithering down into my collar. i shiver again. i hold my collar to my neck, pull my scarf over my face. i feel my face turning red. the cold doesn't agree with me, and i don't agree with it. it's still a wonder that i still live somewhere cold.

coolness surrounds me as i wade deeper into the glassy water. the ocean is calm, for once. waist-deep, i stop, rest my hands on top of the smooth surface. the sun beats down on my shoulders, keeping me warm. the sand is smooth under my feet. a gentle breeze rolls off the ocean, rippling the surface of the water, ever so gently. the smell of brine and salt fill my nose. the sky is baby blue, the glassy surface of the ocean a perfect imitation of it. a few puffy, white clouds roll and stretch across the sky and its perfect reflection in the water below. in this moment, there is calm and peace. happiness warms my body. another breeze breathes across the ocean, skittering across my shoulders, tickling my nose and cheeks, playing with loose strands of my hair. this is perfection.

tick tock goes the clock as i wait by the gate for someone for that one he is late for a date i thought he knew but i have no clue what to think something clinks in the kitchen he arrives then walks up the walkway to the gateway i let him in he puts his chin on my head there is not much to be said my heart beats fast though mad, i know this will last i hope he agrees i hope he sees we will get through he says "it's always me and you."

the moon shines, just a sliver in the blanket of indigo surrounding it. stars blink, looking like holes that let light through the blanket 'round the moon. the night air is warm as it whips through the car. the moon seems to follow me (or i might be following the moon) as i drive west, going through time zone after time zone. the engine hums gently under the music i have on that is just loud enough to hear. the freeway is relatively empty, allowing me to drive a few mph over the speed limit. probably not gas efficient with the windows open, but ... i try not to worry. i don't need the gas yet. i race across the state and hit the border in just a few short hours, the freeway free of the traffic it holds during the day. just truckers and a few other brave souls who drive at night. the freeway bends, cuts through long stretches of trees like a snake in the underbrush. i keep on speeding across the next state... state boundaries and where i am at, right now, hold no meaning for me