The Melt
Beth Downing Beth Downing

The Melt

Sitting in my backyard, the snow mounds crackle as they disintegrate into the solar-heated concrete of the patio. This noise can be heard even over the roar of the nearby interstate. Water is louder than an engine on this bluebird afternoon.

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Found Keys
Beth Downing Beth Downing

Found Keys

Then the waterfall of words began, as if finding the keys unlocked all the things she held close.

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The States of Yes
Beth Downing Beth Downing

The States of Yes

And most of all, we transitioned in a slightly new version of ourselves. The version that isn’t put off by the dark or the graupel or the wind - the kind that looks up the slope and says yes.

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In The Wake
Beth Downing Beth Downing

In The Wake

I can think of few other big changes that become small so quickly - geographically, or temporally.

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