The first days of December
were plagued with the burdens of minutia
mechanisms failed
weather caused fatigue
the wearying onslaught of illness
a surgery looms ever present
stress strains the family closeness
the first days of december made me tired
but I persevered
with the toil of clock and mind and body
I ran up the mountain with the wind
pulling the forest apart around me
felt the freezing deluge on my skin for hours
I wore the earth like a second skin for days
And that whole time
I fought an insousient mechanism
and for the grace of God it is repaired
I visited Brett for a moment
wet and wanting of warmth
I hope he does not feel the same
In these first days of December
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