Sadness weighs heavy on the ridge tonight, it’s much too quiet, there’s not a soul in sight. The still is peaceful, but almost way too loud, as though pain is seeping from the clouds.
A chill creeps up my spine and I shudder. It’s cold today and the snow and ice are on my nerves. The novelty of winter has worn off. Last night I dreamed of springtime. I saw green grass and fresh bl...
A cool breeze hits my face. My skin is covered by the cold like a mask. I close my eyes and breathe it in. It’s brisk, it sticks within my nose and seems to freeze my lungs. The brown hair previously ...