Memory Tidings

Looking out of the window to watch the snow waltzing against the obsidian sky, my warm breath fogs up the pane. My eyes focus on the reflection of myself. Time whispers in my ear reminding me of all the changes and recalling who is not here. ┬áMy fingers push the fog away as I notice something moving outside. My heart quickens as I make for the door to catch the little one running around in the snow. As I step into the darkness, the moon pours a path for my feet to step upon. My movement breaks the calm but … Continue reading Memory Tidings