Sometimes I paint, day 13

I’m going out & in.

it is a path I’ve taken most of my life. Through the trees, shin-deep in snow. The air is better when there is no sound in it, except for the crunch or screech of snow, depending on the temperature. Today’s snow is quiet, the only sound, my breathing. And between breaths, the silence only trees know.

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