Cold Feet

December 29, 1998


“Where do we go from here?” I was dumbfounded, and although my brain was saying one thing, my words spoke another.

Well, it’s four in the morning. Just like clockwork. Every time.

Signal the turn of the page, from day to night another age. Signal the turn of the year, when will we listen as good as we hear?

Look upon me tonight and the next night following, for all is about to transform.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist