It was a cold and blizzard-ly morning.

I wore my new sneakers today.

It was painful--how the back of new shoes gnaw at the back of your ankles.

And Guinevere eats quietly;
Lancelot on her left,
Arthur on her right.
She dared not raise her eyes,
For what might her eyes see?
She dared not raise her voice,
For what might her tongue speak?

I couldn't feel the blisters as we watched you walk away.

The walking dead (?).

I hope you find the right track.
And I hope you follow it.

We got on the train.

The wind was in our hair and faces.

The rain stopped, and it was bright and sunny.