Separate, Separate
We all stand on that line - the marker between what we were and what we will be. Heads swiveling to either side, wondering whether to pull ourselves apart or be pushed.
To the Dark
After a quarter mile I turned off my headlamp. It felt like the right way to invite the winter solstice in.
Crisscross
That night, we moved in perpendicular directions but for that small square of earth where our feet met in time and in space.