Leaves crunch beneath my boots, fallen reminders of warmth
since past. The scent of pine from a distant fireplace filling my lungs with a
cleansing like mixture of winters true wonders.
A light dusting of snow covers the ground as My journey
takes me deeper into the forest. Tall white birch soldiers seemingly guard the
entrance to an enchanted place stirring my memories of youth.
As I venture further into this magical place, the snow
begins to fall harder filling my tracks and erasing them forever. Tiny balls of
ice form on my beard like weighted crystal, my eyes tearing with each frozen
blast whistling from within the trees.
Although dressed for the cold my bones ache from so many past
winters walks yet I march on. I Go until time tells me to turn back as daylight
gives up its fight for warmth and darkness blankets the cold forest floor.
I walk into the clearing leaving the darkened memories
behind. The glow of a fireplace and a lamp in the window beckons me as does the
smell of fresh-baked bread. My once slow and memory-filled steps replaced with
a brisk pace pointing me home and into warming arms.
Some of my most vivid memories are those that took place
in the forest. It truly is a magical place.
Mike
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