Seeking Solitude as snow quietly falls.
Wishing you a very merry Christmas.
Wether you take the long way around or just jump across.
When you cross the chasm you soon forget you are on the other side.
Colors rise and then they fade
Quietly as a gentle breeze blows
A new day
Late fall, no snow but skies as big as they can be.
Along the trail from earlier this fall.
When a few weeks ago feels like a lifetime.
Today like yesterday but not at all.
Between the clouds, the wind and even a little snow, sunlight adds a bit of contrast to it all.
When the sound that makes the silence becomes to hard to hear.
When more effort is spent blocking out instead of taking in
The great silence will be lost.