Praetorian,

The winter cold clings to my soul and makes me think of all the things that might have been, but aren't. I have been seeing the two of us sitting on the driftwood log at Vermilion's public beach, the sun streaming into our faces and the feeling that things might be able to turn around. We sat on my truck's tailgate waiting for the pizza to be done and the air I breathed in was laced with infinite possibility. And now the sun is gone and the snow blankets the world in a quiet desperation that seems most apparent at night, when it's just the occasional orange glow from warm and sleepy windows punctuating the darkness.

Nothing has changed. Absolutely nothing. That's the thing to remember. You are still the same person in your core that you once were, and so is he. No sadness, and no regret. Today the sun is out and the snow has begun to melt. I will run today, until I find clarity. I think it is right around the corner.