Four Winds In Different Directions

I went for a walk tonight to clear my head. But my head wouldn't clear and my face felt as if Jack Frost himself were pressing his hands against my cheeks. Cold and angry I spurred myself onward, listening to the sound of my feet moving against the pavement with a steady stride. And I thought to myself that I remembered doing this before. Walking in the darkness to get away from something, or someone, just long enough to give myself time to think or room to breathe.

And now sitting in this cold kitchen, the only thought I have to think at this very moment is about how tired I am, and not just exhausted in a way that requires sleep. But sleep is what I need right now ...