None of my personalities intended to simply get on the bus home after work. Despite that I wanted to be twenty eight and a half different people today, not even the hard physical work could silence my head for a moment. Full of energy, I set out to walk the three miles.
All my head got lost in the dense fog and by the time I arrived in front of my door, my hands were comfortably numb. Thoughts were as frozen as the Stour fifty yards away.
As I write this by the fireplace, with a lot of care I shift them, from their frozen position to a little warm mold I created for each single one. There they are allowed to grow.