Moonlit Walk to Francis

[lancaster1250]

Snow and silence absorbs the beat and thread of my boots crushing the snow. I walk back to my room. The air is cold, filled with a violent wind sawing through the air, and the purity of a cold night keeping travelers indoors. Something sacred lies in the brittle leaves rattling on a small oak, their patter and dizzy rhythm. Something old

Comments

[patrick_vecchio]

The moment we forget to think, we feel." Great line, especially in the context of this post.

[lancaster1250]

Thanks, Proff. Vecchio!