The wind, gentle and cool for some time, now feels like it is picking up. In all directions. It’s not ice cold yet, but I can feel it coming. The temperature is most certainly dropping. The seasons have changed. As the wind intensifies, the crack that split our common ice floe slowly, steadily, yet inexorably drifts us further apart. The barely noticeable daily current of our lives pushes us further away, as well. And the wind from the Nor’ Easter could be chilling you to the bone, I think.
The airport chats, the personal video, in the end rather than expressions of caring and thought, leave us unsatisfied because the point has been either forgotten, or simply lost.