I stand beside the frozen river...scratching my head. Its silent here...the screaming is far off in the distance..so removed it is nothing but a distant hum. Snow gently falls making the most lightest of sounds...like birds landing on a nearby branch...you can hear it, if you listen.
My feet, once frozen are showing signs of warmth...I can feel my toes again. I wear seven layers yet I still feel over exposed. I think I will walk a few steps..just to see how far the river is froze. Methinks it will stretch for a mile or so.
My path is blocked by the massive boulder of snow and ice. Taller and broader even than I. Not sure if I want to attempt to move it, to try and break it down into smaller chunks and toss off to the side. Maybe if I close my eyes and just grab a handful and toss, it won't seem so imposing and it won't hurt so much to do.
I think I'll just sit here awhile...until the sun comes and slowly starts to melt me.
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