One Minute

Pajamas on.
Hair flying.

Coat flapping, unzipped.

Boots pounding, echoing down the deserted street.

Footprints disappearing in the falling snow.

Wallet forgotten, find it back in the car.

Less than a minute, from front door and back again.

Sixty seconds of time suspended.

Floating, flying, through the crisp chill.

Snowy night, dark street.

Completely alone.

For one still, heart-racing minute.

~Natalia

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