Winter
By Issy G
Published 24 July 2024
Flakes of white
Cloud my vision
Land on my coat, my hair, my skin
They come in the hundreds, the thousands
Air hits my lungs, a cool icy blast
Boots crunch down, leaving tracks to follow
The forest is eerie, spooky, silent
And yet, it is home.
The silence is broken by heavy breath, crunching of boots, whispers of trees, chattering of predators
The cold began to seep into my skin, waking me from my trance
The sun bloomed on the horizon, the light dawn of morning
What am I doing here?
Without another thought, I turned on my heels and ran home.