I stand frozen in the dark. I’m mesmerized and taken back by the beauty of the soft, white snow falling around me. I can feel the bitter cold through my state issued blue scrubs. The delicate snowflakes vanish against my bare hands just as quickly as they land. When was the last time I noticed the intricate detail of each snowflake so unique? Or felt the cold winter air rooting deep into my lungs? The correctional officer’s voice echoing out
I’ve been wanting to write about this subject with everything I’ve been seeing in the news lately, but have been scared of judgement…even from the readers of this blog…but it has kept me up at night recently, so I guess that’s the final push forward I needed to speak my truth.