... I did nothing but exist. It was 9 F (-13 C) outside, and I stood there, watching through the open garage door all the tiny flakes dance down out of a white sky onto a landscape blanketed in light and limned in sepia and shadow. Every breath bit cold at the linings of my nose and the back of my throat. I stole the moment because I was helpless. There was nothing I could do, so I did nothing but exist. I had an 11 am appointment that I was going to miss. I'd left my keys in John's car, and he'd found them there, and was running them back to me in order to rescue me, taking time from his meetings and calls and arrangements, making me a priority ahead of the rest of his plans. I was grateful. I'd called the chiropractor to tell them I was late, and they would tell my massage therapist. We would just have to wait and see how things played out. So I just breathed and saw and felt. And it was good. John was happy about being able to help me, and I was grate
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