Slow start

September 28, 2012

The day started with a long walk under a steel-gray sky. She had not expected it to be so cold that morning, so she’d only worn the lightest sweater, which meant even after speeding her pace, her cheeks and fingers still tingled, and her nose was still numb at its tip. It was only later, when she had returned indoors and worked through a cup of milk-lightened tea, that she could put the chill behind her, relax the tightness held between belly and sternum, and embrace whatever the next hours had to bring.

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