The Bridge

Night lingers. I carry my feet up the trail covered in a thin layer of fog. Trees glow an ethereal green in the dull bright of twilight. I’m alone. Not even rabbits or squirrels are here for company. They sleep in their burrows, their dens, their homes.  An old wooden bridge sways halfway up the…

It’s a Cold Day and I Can’t Go Home

I no longer see the smoke from the village. It’s harder for me to pretend I’m warm. Not even the light of their flickering fires are in my line of sight. I am faced with the vast stretch of snow-covered wilderness. Frosted tops of evergreens, birches. Old lumbering giants that sway in the howls of…