November Snow
11/27/12
It is snowing this morning. The day is cold and gray, caught somewhere between dimensions. My thoughts are in a heavy snowfall, where words fall silently, then melt on the page.
I remember walking at dawn in New York City, one November long ago. The street was deserted, dark and gray, and skyscrapers surrounded me. I was cold and hungry, frightened and lost, until someone hung an “Opened” sign on their glass door. I smelled the aroma of fresh coffee, when the glass door seemed to burst into flames by the sun’s rays reflecting against the window pane.
I can see the light striking my eyes and that gray November day, as I sip my coffee and wonder, what to write about today.
L.A. Steel
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