Dieter Johann

Snowy Hearts

We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The gentle descent of the snow formed a perfectly white blanket over the brush and covered the muddy imperfection of the great Earth beneath it past even the infinite horizon. The dark, broody trees stood stoically against the wind, and, for a while, there was not even one creature that dared to show its face under the moonlight as we drove by, until at some point along the winding road a deer had either mustered up the courage or was stupid enough to dart out in front of us. We were probably the only car on this lonely, winding road for another 30 miles, so I was able to swerve the car and tragedy was avoided.