Walking home was not easy with a sore shoulder, bruised knee and back that felt like her spine was made up of toothpicks. The chill was tolerable in her down filled parka but the weight of her backpack on that bad shoulder and bad hand resting her cane made coming home to a warm bath her only goal.

snow drifts
mounds of white block her path
wind at my back

©Tournesol’16/01/19

Daily Moments January 19/16