The snow fell in silence. The clots of flakes feathered sidewalks floes. Snow shovels scrapped on the concrete. I threw out no salt.
Drifts collected by the bottom of brownstones. No one came to shovel it away. That was an old man's job. Mine.
Snow loves the cold. I have good gear against winter. I wish I had a warm body waiting for me. Sadly my wife awaits around the world.
Thailand Sriracha Hot No snow. but the shops in Sri Racha sell snow beer, even at dawn.
It's Valentine Day 2021. I stayed home without a love in sight. A lone man content to hold hands with a glass of wine, but I will be complete. Soon I will be with my families from around the world. One day even stranded sailors will find a ship home. It is our calling.
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