They ask me why I walk alone in the snow. In the cold where no one else walks. Where the trees are bare and the moon is far.
They see only loneliness in the white.
But I cherish the snow. Those crystals glitter to me. The moon is sprinkled all around me. The trees are clothed in wind and stars.
Only in silence does the world speak. Only in stillness does the world move.
They ask me why I walk alone in the snow.
I ask them why they think I’m alone.
(Image courtesy of Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo)
Written for Sue Vincent’s Writephoto Prompt: Untrodden