A Passing Eulogy For the Day


A eulogy written in passing for the day: I dreamed of a time when snowfall carried no possible menace and the idea of depthless anger seemed like nothing more than a childhood fantasy. And now that I’m older, I see too often that it is me who contains both the menace and the ire and I wonder by what fundamental and incremental shift the world changed me. Few of us willingly opened the door to these visitors and yet many of us still sit by the fire with these uninvited guests, our faces false and without indication of our betrayal.

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