Conundrum

It’s snowing outside. I walk to the car, several layers of synthetic fabrics keeping the wind off my skin. My nose drips a little onto the scarf nestled around my neck, tucked into the winter jacket I’ve missed. My fingers wrap around the keys in my pocket as I unlock the door and hop in….

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I’m comfortable. I’m in control. 

That’s all about to change again.