Kevin Kuzma

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Words are my only evidence that I have a shadow in this world. Only with a commitment to notebook and pen, early mornings in cold leather-backed chairs or empty dining room tables - and opening my senses - am I able to coax them out.

Almost Done
Friday, September 12th, 2008

Another deadline week is coming to an end and I’m wrapping it up by actually taking a lunch hour. I’m substituting barbells instead of the usual nutrition bar or … well, that’s about all, really.

Form the large expanse of windows, I can look out on the rain clouds and the sloppy moat around the office complex. Puddles are forming in the dull spots in the pavement, pooling around the rocks along the sidewalks. The tree bark has turned a deep brown from three now of spitting, nasty February rain and days that begin and end in fog.

On days like this, I spend less than a minute outdoors, just passing from the garage to the car, into and out of the office in the early mornings when the birds are swarming between the power lines and in the late, late afternoon when the kids in the neighborhoods all around are rushing home with wet jeans to make it to the dinner table.

I’ll be on my way home in a little more than two hours, tired and hungry as though I’d spent the whole day outside working. Somehow I feel that might actually be less painful than the waiting for the weekend to begin on an empty stomach and stretched muscles.

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