Seasonal Affection

A heavy yellow hue dripped from the streetlights, pouring down on the vast, endless plain white sheet rolling over the somber hills across the way

Snowflakes dipped and darted back and forth purposelessly, shifting in unison with the wanton needs of the wind

Barren trees held shade, leaving thin strips of earth, sheltered from the incoming downpour gently caressing the ground, scattered footprints the only sign of slowly fading life imprints

The path woven through the woodwork long abandoned as crystalline droplets of snow marred the distinction between explored and sacred, untouched territory

Newfound fluidity and even-spread blankness beckoned exploration, adventure, opportunities

Lucid, pattern-less drumming of falling ice, built up and reached to the once imperfect cobblestones made translucent, denied inconsistency by fresh, cloudy, ripe burning white, brimmed with the anticipation and hunger of newness

Drumming accented the muted, melancholic voice of the wind weaving through the heavy last limbed leaves

A changeling of instability that tore straight through you with it’s inhuman, insane kind of beginning, a soft touch of beautiful uncertainty as you traced your way back home

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The song hits in the stomach, little pangs of nostalgia, jabs of memory

The ashen sun falls slowly, burning the last of its oily luminescence outward, cascading softly across the barren, endless, hopeful, restless sand lines

The light leaves a cloud, a simmering afterglow you can’t quite cut through with your piercing headlights, the buzzing of unsettled air like a wild animal past your window

You look in through, past and into the approaching world through a grainy film screen and watch endless knots of tattered dirty greens spill past in screaming wisps and whispers

The next song starts as the sun vanishes, leaving echo of light, a ghost of hazy, wasted, gone forever daylight

And you realize how far you are from home.