Apr 11, 2022
4 min read
Reentry Into the World
Like every other recent death, I learned about Scott’s on Facebook. It’s my only tie to my old world.
By Jeff Cann
Morning:
My brain says get out and run. My body doesn’t move. The temperature dropped — forty-nine and windy, overcast, damp, gray. A step backwards, as if winter isn’t quite done with us…
