Running Until Out of Breath
Walking home from skating
Streetlights burnished between the panes
My nose drips a stream of clear
My breath smokes in puffs
My lips crack with each exhale
My fingers stick to the wet mittens
Tiny balls of ice at the tips
Cold yet fuzzy.
Snow crunches underfoot
My boots crackle and press, leggings swish—
Cast shadows through dark tree limbs
Sound blanketed in frozen thoughts.
Photo courtesy of Nancy.