I can drive back now without google maps
back home?
one struggles with the definition
Snow in the forecast
I can’t find my gloves
somewhere still unpacked
the endless boxes
stacked haphazardly
in the stale spare room
like the thoughts
of an insufficiently
occupied mind
half-open and malevolently
unfinished
winter solstice
the temperature dropping
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Have you moved? Are you still in the PNW!
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Yes and yes — still have a few days to find a those gloves 🙂
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