Time, Distance and the Space Between

There was a winter I didn’t expect to last as long as it did…

Not the kind that buries you in snow - the kind that buries you in waiting.

The mornings were dark longer than they had any right to be. The fire took effort to keep. The road in and out of town felt farther than it actually was. Even the air seemed slower, heavier.

I remember standing outside one evening, hands in my coat pockets, watching my breath disappear into the cold. The world was quiet in that way that only happens when nothing is growing yet.

And I caught myself wanting it to hurry…