SNOW DRIFTS DOWN like dainty lace. It covers the rocky hill and adorns the limbs of trees. Wrapping herself in a shawl, Azana wanders in the ivory landscape. Patches of moss and grass peek through the white, reminders of summer. She breathes in the cool air, letting its frostiness freeze her breath. She holds the sensation: clear, cleansing, and crisp. There are no thoughts in her head. She only has this moment. Feelings swirl underneath like windy currents, but she lets them flow around her, not judging or criticizing. She merely lets them be, as she is in this quiet solitude.
Written: 31 Jan 2016
Inspired: just to write something