The landscape is devoid of any color,
save mostly black and white. The trees are adorned with a fresh
snowfall.
Mooncast shadows lay atop the blanket of snow,
slowly my eyes adjust to the darkness.
I walk in silence, my breath freezing to mist in the midnight air.
It trails behind me like smoke from a locomotive.
Slowly the silence surrounds me,
enveloping me in it’s embrace, the soothing silence of a
winters walk.
A meditative solitude often sought, rarely found.
Cold fingers of winter air pry at the seams of my coat,
seeking to steal my heat.
Returning home I warm myself by the fire,
complacent.
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Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
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