From an Empty Office in Winter
The day slipping down to slow motion
a blanket statement of snow
barely a whisper under this winter sun
All light and no heat
A smile that doesn’t reach the eyes
Each hour as long as a middle school summer
Stretching out golden and warm
With no context of ending
Or beginning
I was thinking of times stuck indoors, with the heater blasting and no deadlines. I didn't end up doing the prompt for this one, as I wasn't really interested in writing about my family.
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