A Coastal Concern
11/25/2008 05:53 p.m.
It's always around this time. Everything gets a little duller, the wind a little crisper. The air is little daggers to my skin and instead of blood, I'm leaking memories. I toss and turn, and why do I expect someone next to me? I once loved the winter months, the chill of the morning and night. Now I realize it was a phase, a joke, a lie. I long for anything but this.