Cold

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Frigid sky scattered here and there. Shadows watch mountains who are not easily scared. Snowflakes fall as time stands still, while sun's warmth trembles under the treacherous chill. Depths run thin as the ice grows, and blue meets white in the blue shallow. Everything covered perfectly in a blanket, one that is cold and doesn't need to fake it.

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Playing basketball yesterday, I started to realize I can't do things I used to do.

I still can play very good defense, but my ability to move sideways has dropped off precipitously. In fact, guarding one of the faster players I ended up stumbling across about 1/3 of the court and then falling over.

At the end of the night, I rolled my right ankle, smashed my left knee, jammed my right pinky finger, and gouged a chunk of skin out of my right wrist. Additionally, I accidentally elbowed one of my team-mates in the eye and his eyelid bled for about 30 minutes.

I don't know if it was just a bad night, or a "subtle" sign that I'm just getting too old for basketball.

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