Aftermath

Sitting at a desk on a cloudy, rainy day. Thinking that soon, certainly soon, words will come. But they do not.

One drizzly day follows another. The hours of winter shorten. It is dark outside the window.

As the temperatures drop and the rainy days go by, as the purges start and the victors scoot their chairs up to their desks eager for their new day, I look out the window in numb silence.

Maybe tomorrow.

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colin at state

The words of an 8th grade cross-country runner -- my cousin's kid:

... over the megaphone came the order 'on your mark'. two hundred plus runners stepped two and a half feet up to the red line and assumed the set position. then came the gun, and everyone was off in a mad sprint to be at the front of the pack at the beginning of the race. almost instantly i lost josh in the crowd, but i was off, in the dead center of the pack, stretching my legs out for all they were worth to get through the grueling first one hundred meters. i was running at state.

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