TAPS' Take: Fifth Night

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Fifth Night

In the middle of the night, I rise out of my bed, barefoot paddle my way to the kitchen, pour a cup of cold, leftover coffee into a mug and stick it in the microwave. I pull aside the window blinds and step out onto the deck in the fifty-degree moonlight. Dirty snow piles are gone. Jupiter and the... Sign in to see full entry.

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