24
Jan 2018
Wednesday Wanderings (05)
Snow and more snow,
gently smothering all sounds, covering all the colors.
What remains is an almost black an white world.
Until, perhaps, the sun comes out.
Surrounded by more snow than we can grasp,
we escape to the lake.
White and frozen.
The snow crunches under our boots
and except our own breathing, that’s all we hear.