#DecemberSelfCare
Quiet Moments with Tiny Nostril…cicles
Poetry Prompt: something oddly visceral

to find alone time but to stay active I set that 20-minute podcast don my mitts and my boots snuggle up against the winter cold so I can enjoy the beauty of this real-life overturned snowglobe its serenity
the breath of the crisp air (yes the crisp spicy bitey air) (( that freezes my nostril hairs )) ((( into tiny nostril…cicles )))
Tagging: K.S. | Rebecca Stevens A. | Suryatapa | Neha Sandhir S | Gun Roswell if you’re up to it and anyone else interested in today’s prompt: something oddly visceral.
Can’t wait to house some of these in The Brain is a Noodle! 🧠🍜

Lucy (The Eggcademic) [she/her] is waiting to see what everyone’s reaction to this nostrilcicles reference (k, technically nostril-hair-cicles but sometimes we can be too visceral, no?) — is this something only those of us living so far North have experienced?
What’s next… my fave piece from Kaitlyn Greenidge or a piece that deserves more love?
