The world was covered in a fresh coat of snow so smooth, that creeping out to start my car at 5:15 that morning, I felt like the first one to touch it.
untouched
Day 94: Untouched
As soon as I got home, I ran to the shower, still bawling my eyes out. Tap water joined the stream of tears, spit, and snot running down my face, but while my skin was washed clean, my aching heart stayed untouched.