A moment of frozen time, preserved for two alone.
All tagged cold
A moment of frozen time, preserved for two alone.
It’s 1969, somewhere in Alaska, my first time on sentry duty for the United States Air Force; the middle of a December night, thirty degrees below zero, a guard shack in front of a nuclear weapons dump site.
My LA friends think I’m crazy. CA to NY.
“I had a dream about you,” he said. How should I reply to that?
Two pairs of socks. A knit cap. Fingerless gloves. I am now prepared to step into . . . my living room.