Dear Hockey Joseph Catton
I had a rough day. Walking home, Head down, Hoodie on, Airpods in, Music blasting, Alone. My heart sinking into a deep pool of sorrow, My stress levels peaking, My confidence plummeting, Alone. I step outside Into the bitter, Yet somehow delightful cold, Heading to you. Stick in hand, Skates shedding the frosty ice High onto the boards, Pucks flinging off of my stick. The adrenaline rush kicking in, Heart beating rapidly, Mind at peace. How quickly our time had gone by, Our separation dragging me back into everyday life. And here I stand, Alone again. 76 ~ Snow