The wind's cold edge knifed me with memories. I walked for a while with friends in other lands as snippets of recollections swirled around my head.
Studded snow tires rolled over the sunlit gray road. Their hissing popcorn growl placed me alongside a childhood street, licking snot off my lips as it dribbled from my nose, pondering the moment around me.
A bittersweet ache arose for the things I've done and the matters that I remember, the forgotten pieces crumbling through the cracks, and the dreams I still pursue, substantial and strong as the wind.
I picked up my pace, too aware of how much time can cheat me.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com