Lust for Life

Good weekend. It's time for the picks of the week.

Random Frost NFL Picks, Season Record (4-3-1), Last Week (2-1-1)
Picks of the Week:
Buffalo over Kansas City
New Orleans beats Atlanta
Cinci beats Cleveland
Oakland wins the rematch vs. New England


Full Circle:

His breath displayed how cold the air was. It was a near blizzard and he decided that he would walk all the way to her place.

By the time he arrived there, he was completely wet from the snow. There was a need for him to get warm quickly and change his clothes. He really needed her to help him get a warm night’s sleep and to help him change his life back to what it was and could be.

He found that her front door was locked.

He found the spare key in the same spot on the windowsill above the mailbox and he opened the door quietly. Once inside, he saw a large sized pair of boots there. Looking at them closely, he saw that they were a man’s boots. His heart dropped. For someone who was shivering from the cold weather, he found himself warming up inside, but not in a comforting way.

He heard a loud voice ask who was there. He heard her voice follow it and then he heard footsteps and rustling coming from her bedroom.

He locked up calmly and quickly and turned around to go home. He grabbed one of the man’s boots before he locked up. He placed the key back to where he found it. Walking backwards, he had dragged the boot with his right heel in the snow to cover up his footprints on the path to her house. He smiled as he dragged the boot across some yellow snow. The snow was likely marked from her dog. Such a nice dog. He smiled again and thought about how this was once his territory too.

Once he made it to the sidewalk where his footprints were mixed up with many other different footprints, he threw the boot back towards her house.

He looked up and saw her bedroom light come on. He quickly turned away, cloaking his face with his jacket and made his way down the sidewalk. A minute later, there was shouting heard from a distance. He assumed it was the man.

The shouting stopped and yet the snow kept coming on stronger. The cold wind made the walk back much longer as it was blowing against him this time. As he walked home, he couldn’t tell if his face was wet from tears or the wet snow.

He arrived back home shortly thereafter, exhausted. Full circle.

He was wet. He was cold.

Nothing had changed at all.