Sound of Silence
A sensory walk during the first frost.
Hushed whispers
Cold nips at my nose
Stings as I inhale
My feet fall softly
As I pad through the forest
*
Red, green, yellow are muted
As white traces over them
Branches drift slowly in the wind
*
My gloved hands yearn to touch
But I know the branches are cold
The smell of evergreen reaches me
And I hurry towards the clearing
*
Stars twinkle above me
Lighting up the clearing
As I lean my head back
Spreading my arms
And spinning
*
The world spins around me
And I laugh
Dizzy with the feeling of freedom
The sound flowing through the forest
I feel safe
I’m home
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Reb Kreyling
I've been telling stories since I learned to talk and writing them for as long as I can remember. Now I'm also doing content for librarians. Find me on Facebook!
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Comments (2)
Beautiful
Love the sense of peace and awe here