Wednesday January 18, 2017
The sun has never set this hard. It's making the sky fire every shade of magenta in its arsenal. Everyone around me is a grateful victim. The beauty offsets the freezing weather, in the usual way that it sweetens sour moments. I try to unclench mi musculatura tropical, but it only gets stiffer. If I take my hands out of my pocket they swiftly crawl back in with a vengeance. It's a brisk-walking-and-licking-colors-off-the-sky-with-my-eyes kind of day, a missing-my-soft-shore kind of day, like I haven't had in weeks.
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