January 10, 2018
The screaming goes on in my head as you quietly move the boxes below. The sky is grey mixed with mottled patches of gray. A bird takes flight between two scraggly trees. Three deer walk down the rail road. They come one at a time, cautiously. I wonder how they stay warm. I wonder how the scream does not escape my throat. Two young men walk down the street. Suddenly they take off running. Such energy? Where does it come from? Where has mine gone? I can barely move sometimes, let alone run. I yawn and shift in my chair.