My Winter Night
The sodium vapor street lights bathe my little community in liquid amber. All is clothed in snow and ice, enveloped in a soft fog. In keeping with the customs of the season, the air I breathe is cold and raw. And yet, all I feel is peace and warmth, as my breath dissolves within the dank mist.
It is winter and all is quiet in the night. The earth serenely sleeps beneath these amber blankets. It is almost with a sense of shock that I discover that I, too, am at peace. Honestly, I almost didn’t recognize the feeling. It caught me by surprise. It has been so long...years, in fact...that I had forgotten how it felt to be at peace. To feel serene.
If there is such a thing as a landscape of the soul, this winter night is that for me. I am most comfortable as a solitary being, wandering through the quiet fog, safe amidst the snow and ice, this dream world bathed in a warm glow on a cold, dark winter night.
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