Pacing by the parking lot
Somewhere out there in one country, damn sure of it; it is six a.m. . Unfortunately or fortunately to some, this day is not after Christmas and the smell of cold is not left in the dark. Will the car seat be freezing, is she rolled up on the couch ? Serge doesn’t know and it has not reached that stage yet.
All we know is that we will be driving and drowning slowly. So let us not pace at the parking lot and have flowers in our hand. Life is short but do not make it too short. For there are things worth living and fighting for.
Originally published at Dustyhawk :: Broken Mirror
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