Halley Alexa
Project 365: Day 255
17 January
Fire on the wind bites our cold fingers,
Numbing your pink nose,
Pulling salt from my eyes: ocean tides.
White in the air like summer cotton,
Ferociously whipping all around.
This is the day, and the last of us
For a long, long time, my friend.
And I have to say I'm so proud of you
For following this cold, strong wind.
Said goodbye to this dearest soul today. She flies off to York, England (my old stomping grounds) in two days, so we drove to the coldest, snowiest, windiest part of state to see the frozen lake. What a lovely, lovely one.
Project 365: Day 255
17 January
Fire on the wind bites our cold fingers,
Numbing your pink nose,
Pulling salt from my eyes: ocean tides.
White in the air like summer cotton,
Ferociously whipping all around.
This is the day, and the last of us
For a long, long time, my friend.
And I have to say I'm so proud of you
For following this cold, strong wind.
Said goodbye to this dearest soul today. She flies off to York, England (my old stomping grounds) in two days, so we drove to the coldest, snowiest, windiest part of state to see the frozen lake. What a lovely, lovely one.