matchstick girls

ordinarily i thrive on jogging. this morning was different. cold winds had frosted the glass, the floor was ice, and i puffed out clouds of air like a chronic smoker. scarf wrapped tightly around my face, eyes squinty blue, i set out on the longest run of my life. all the while dreaming of hot cocoa. all the while forgetting about the tiny machstick girls who didn't make it through the night.