Infinite Sky

The Solitude

The Solitude Despite the clear sky and bright sun shining its heavenly rays on to the earth below, the morning was very cold and windy. It had rained last night, and a ghostly mist now hovered over the forest like a shroud, slightly obscuring the green grass and leaves on the trees laden with morning dew. Up above, small birds flew across the forest canopy and down below squirrels and chipmunks scurried back and forth across the forest floor, none making enough noise or commotion to ruin the peaceful morning aura. On a dark, lonely road cutting through the forest and bordered by oaks and evergreens, a solitary figure silently walked along, slowly put purposefully, never straying from his fixed course on the smooth asphalt but seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. The solitary figure was an average sized man wearing a brown corduroy jacket, faded blue jeans, heavy brown work boots and a gray wool hat over his dark brown hair, which was messy and unkempt.