On a winter morning…

…He is taking a walk through the freshly fallen snow. He is feeling the cold air as he’s walking past the snow covered trees. It’s a beautiful sight on a quiet Sunday morning in January. He loves the silence. There is no one around and he can only hear the sound of his own steps. The quiet of the falling snow, so peaceful. He’s remembering his childhood in Canada, building snowmen, having snowball fights with his brother, being completely cold but happy when they’d get home. But that was before… He’s trying to push that thought away, no need for that now. It’s time to enjoy just being out here, alive…


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