Lonely Times

I'm sitting alone in a friend's condo. Everyone is gone, except me.

How long has it been since I have let myself be this alone? Too long. I have forgotten it, until now. The full moon shines outside, through a spattering of clouds, and all I can think of is how many windows I have watched it out of, looking up, alone. The run calls me, the howl of the lone wolf. How I miss that life - how I miss this life. This is what I have lost - this is what I have found.

I find myself waiting for the first cold snap and the first frost. I want to run bare foot across frosted fall leaves, breath the sweet bite of cold night air into my lungs, and run again like I was meant to. The dry cold of winter is comming. No more of this heat, no more of this humidity. Winter is the time of solace.

Irony, you are a bitter woman crying tears of sad joy. Is there any more hope, or any more time?