Aurora on the Floor

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Friday 31st of July 2020

How do you break out of a time loop?

How do you jump off a moving train that only travels in circles?

How do you get off the path you’ve been walking over and over again for years and forge a new one?

I’m two glasses of wine in and anticipating the long shadows of winter. It’s not that I won’t miss the summer heat, just that I miss the cold crisp of winter more. The invisible clouds of cold steel that linger in the air, the pricking at my lungs when I breathe it in, a thousand thorns kissing my insides, raspberry blistering cheeks and the wait for snow. All good things to me. I miss my season, but I feel it nearing…