"I thought you quit," I say as I watch her light her cigarette.
A wry smile. She shrugs, "Please, not this again. It's always worse this time of year."
I let it drop and warm my hands up on her coffee cup. She says, "At least you're doing fine."
I say, "I still can't sleep at night."
Her fingers pull and twist her napkin into bits. I say, "I never thought that you'd come home."
She asks, "Has it always been this cold?" The headlights' glare illuminates her and her vacant stare. She says, "I really hate it here."
"Guess we could all use a new year."
The steam from my mouth twists into the smoke from hers. We watch it swirl and disperse.
released January 15, 2016
Recorded at Brainville in El Paso, TX
All sounds made and tamed by Ross Ingram
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