December 28th 5X7 Watercolor & Dip Pen

Cold blows the wind on the early morning of December 28th. I’m out for a walk, yet leave no tracks in the snow. Christmas has come and gone, yet its gift of silence continues as I move about the paths here.

No birds are singing, no rodents to rustle in the snow-covered leaves, and my only companions are thoughts of my past loves, frozen beneath the dirt.

Their unmoving hands, locked in submission to darkness, hands that can no longer feel the warmth of another.

Shaking the thought, or maybe the cold, the sound of crunching crystals beneath my feet fades in, and I’m back…for a moment.