March 21, 2019
It took him maybe twenty minutes to make it to the frozen river bank. That may have just been when he finally ran out of gas. He may not have been going for the river at all. Iím thinking he was going for that moon, going for both those moons, one in each eye. He didnít feel the snow wrapping around his feet and covering his ankles. He didnít notice the wind blowing through his hair. There was something else on his mind. It was drawing him forward ineluctably as far as the muscles in his body would take him.