There is no reason to be muddy but I am.

There was a supposed to be way of handling the day that isn’t.

Three. I’d rather stay, chill.

But I am biting through anyway.

First a clean.

Four. It will be out into the cool cold again.

I don’t expect miracles though I am reminded that I am one.

The roughage stays heavy but I wake.

Slough and now I am. That’s enough to know. Find the thread path.