gpoywednesday, -2 degrees. there aren’t strides long enough or fast enough to beat it. the cold is intense. but…but i only have to survive it for one mile. that’s 15 minutes. tops. & some people survive it all the minutes, all the days. with no relief. no promise of warmth at the end of the of the road…

i started to write a long post about homelessness but i can’t finish it tonight. i tried but i can’t seem to find the words for the time i spent getting to know the homeless community in boston. learning from them so i could help them. & selfishly so they could help me. it’s a long complicated beautiful sad wonderful story that i tucked away 7 years ago & lately it’s been begging for my attention. nurture.