When the view from everyday life is overwhelming and the familiar becomes strange
I long to feel the sun burning my tender skin again, just to feel alive
When the same street below is vacant and dreary and the cold seeps in, somehow penetrating shuttered windows and closed doors, and the only sound is suffocating silence…
Silence… I slip and fall
Silence…as treacherous as that ice on the sidewalks below
Soft snowflakes swirl, falling from the grey sky and pile on my windowsill
Silent
and then a single bloom
defiant
a reminder of what’s to come
in due time
photo:Roger Bultot
prompts: Friday Fictioneers, #TastyPrompt, WordPress Daily Post
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