when we got to the ice rink, we noticed a fog in the winter air.
there've been a lot of fogs these days.
at first, i stayed away from him. i kept myself at a distance, skating on the other half of the rink. i was no professional, but i knew how to keep myself balanced on the ice.
he did not.
so when he skated on by, passing his toddler sister, he slipped, and fell right in front of me.
i laughed.
so did he.
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countdown
Poetrythe day i had become stuck with him was the day the countdown had begun.
