January, 2014 Archive

Jan 29

What’s Your Story?

I walked early this morning in the bitter cold, my fingers stiff and red. Frosty clouds of silver surround and I cannot see beyond the next house. Bare branches, like gnarled hands bending low. Barren yards, in monochromatic tones of grey, brown. Empty. Houses, once teeming with life, appear abandoned. Shutters closed, windows dark in […]