The Scribbler

22 December 2009

Snow run

Filed under: run — The Scribbler @ 19:37
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Snow topped trees

Snow pretty

White sugar crystals sparkle under an ice blue sky. Feet crunch through the firm softness. We fall into step so easily. Pick up the pace to a canter.

Logic calls out ‘cold, cold…beware’. Heart, lungs and legs steam out animal warmth. Bewildering senses are sharpened by sunlight.

Through the black and white collage of branches, along the river of spun glass we run. Blanked out pathways and grassways. Familiar landmarks made new.

Drawn back into memories of sledging and snow fights. Forgotten freedoms renewed. Running into the blank canvas. A wide road opens, full of possibilities.

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