Everything Fell Where They May 0 ▲ The Written Addiction 2 hours ago · 7 min read1471 words · Life · hide · 0 comments Act 2: Scene 2December, 1989. Exit the stage and look at the pleasant aftermath of a holiday that was well spent. Think about this . . .Regard the thoughts and the feelings that come with having a full belly and a happy heart after Thanksgiving dinner.The air was growing colder in the town of Hancock, New York.The season was underway and the mountains held the frost each morning as if to lace the trees along the mountainsides.I can say that I had never seen a winter wonderland until I was far away from my surroundings and the so-called city life. I was new. At least to some degree.I was moving away from an older version of myself and yes, this was good. Of course, this was good. Yes, it was nice to be free from the grips of a drug or substance that came first and came before me or my family.It was nice not to be so lost or to have such an unbearable need.It was nice to walk around without having the impending doom and the sad nature of a courthouse decision weighing over me. The dark… No comments yet. Log in to reply on the Fediverse. Comments will appear here.