“Fuck that”

She spat. As if the words tasted bad in in her mouth.

“ you let him out you should go find him.”

She reasoned.

“ why can’t you just help me look for Frankie? You don’t even have to think of it as searching for our lost dog just go for a walk with me Anna.”

And crossed her arms, leaned back on one hip and raised one eyebrow before saying.

“ why would I wanna go outside right now?...

Chop, chop, glide.

You trust the thin metal blade under your foot.

Chop, chop, glide.

It doesn’t cut through the ice, but it could cut through your hand.

Chop, chop, glide.

Just scratching the surface of the ice steady your balance, but move with grace.

Chop, chop, glide.

No one in particular is looking at you, but you can’t help but feel there’s a spotlight on you.

Chop, chop, glide.

You...

How can one person ever make a decision so large and all affecting? Is it even possible to get enough facts measure all the possible scenarios and get results that show a good or bad decision. This process becomes infinitely more difficult considering I’m not unhappy. I am just cursed with the ambition and the spirit of adventure. I find that I am forsakenly possessed to choose the path of most re...

We came around the corner of the hedge wall, only to find that we must continue down the path lined again with towering hedges. Green, thick, bushy walls, much too dense to see-through or even to attempt to force our way through. These healthy and neatly trimmed hedge walls are inconveniently too high to see above. If we want to know what’s around the corner, we literally have to turn the corner t...