Little stick, sharp point

return to work dread

Old man winter, it’s like we don’t expect him to make a return visit every year… And yet his cold, frigid breath makes us shiver and shake and forsake him. Sometimes he makes magic, snowflakes, on a cold, cold day float down and delight us, even when we despise him, …

The absolute darkness and stillness is alien as I’m awakened. I slowly rise and shuffle to the bathroom stating as quiet as possible to be courteous of others. I brush my teeth and splash some water on my face. I’m still bleary eyed as I dress. First some old waffled…

We enter a small shop, it’s almost pure white, the floor, the wall, the ceiling. There are two women, who are both clad in white dresses kind of like an old fashioned nurse. The perfume of the place is of a cold mint that seems to permeate everything. There is…