A gust of wind blows me forward. The storm follows me in through the door. The snow swirls at my feet. I laugh like a madman as I slip on the slick tiles.
I am lost in a sky of turbulence and haze—and to be lost is to never be home. Today is the first day of the year; it is also the first year you are not around.
I have used meter-long glass tubes to settle debts twice both times swiped from the quote unquote office both times drew blood one time got my money back
I grew up surrounded by woods, fields, an old mill, a Lutheran church, a cemetery just down the road, a local "party store" in the other direction, and farmland for miles and miles. It was glorious, really. And thank God for that party store.