Christmas Journey Comments

My greatcoat draped tightly on me, an outer cocoon for the hibernal journey ahead.
I clicked off the lights, grabbed a book as I stiffened under my coats, and opened my door to the tundra.
Feet tragically pumping through virgin snow, which frosted the parking lot and polka-dotted the evening sky above.
Blood pressure sounding in my ears as I trudged to the dark bench where I would wait.
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